I wish to leave this path,
    to view from water's edge,
this creek become my hearth,
   by lake to which I pledge.

to wade with Oceanids,
    with boots submerged in mud,
adopt which day forbids,
    silk flashed away in flood.

A naked branch awaits the spring
    when vernal vigour will awake
      the cuckoos calling on the wing.
A naked branch awaits the spring
    like distant soundless whispering
      around the icy listening lake.
A naked branch awaits the spring,
  when vernal vigour will awake.