Come, Butterfly It's Late- We've

Seek On High Bare Trails Sky-reflecting Violets... Mountain-top Jewels

O Cricket From Your Cherry Cry No One Would Ever Guess How Quickly You Must Die.

Do Not Seek To Follow In The Footsteps Of The Wise. Seek What They Sought.

I Hope To Have Gathered To Repay Your Kindness The Willow Leaves Scattered In The Garden.

The Sea Darkens And A Wild Duck S Call Is Faintly White.