In the light of invisible moon, Standing at an edge of tropical ocean In reflections of the silver light Just as this water reflects the face So as your face reflects the heart.
Many shimmering images dance Reopening the door of latched strings With each splashing and dashing wave hitting A host,of golden daffodils,beside the lake Beneath the trees,in the breeze fluttering
There stands a fine tree- lonesome In the north on a barren height In slumber,Ice and snowstorm Wrap it in sheets of white.
It dreams about a palmtree Far in the east, alone, Staring, in sorrow and silence, At a blazing wall of stone.
A single fir-tree, lonely, On a northern mountain height, Sleeps in a white blanket, Draped in snow and ice. His dreams are of a palm-tree, Who, far in eastern lands, Weeps, all alone and silent, Among the burning sands.