Empty seats in the library
Disappear One by one.
Mind, lamenting
Absence of the sight
Pleasant to the heart,
Is like the mist-covered mountain top
That lies beyond.
No vacant space, Heads bent low,
Word absorbing eyes, still
My empty mind Floats aimlessly
Over the fluttering pages.
Light of my world!
Rise over my lonely heart,
Like dew-soaked morning rays,
That dissolves the mist
On the desolate mountain top.