Where mossey oaks & hazel bushes gr[ow]
Where the soft ring dove flyes on clapping wing
& little birds among the bushes sing

Spring's lovely light
Basks rosy-bright
O'er all the land,
Yet white with snow
Miyoshino
Doth stately stand!

Just for a three days' dulness,
Just for one pelt of the rain,
It is faded, — the flush of my spring-time!
I shall not see it again
Oh, rose-red blooms of the cherry,
Did you come for pleasure, or pain?

Which be buds of the plum-trees,
And which be stars of the snow —
When flakes fall thick on the blossoms —
How, — sweetheart! how shall we know?
Are you jealous of Earth, white Heaven!
That you shower down your cloud-petals so?

Where'er I glance
Pale leaves I see
Of willows dance
With cherry-tree:
Green, silver, pink
Richly arrayed:
Thou wear'st—I think—
Spring's new brocade!

If cherry-boughs spread rosy still
When Spring-time was departing;
I should not feel — beyond my will,
These wild regrets upstarting.

Ten darweeshes upon one mat sleep well,
But in one kingdom two kings cannot dwell.

The sinking sun sheds through the window glass
A roseiate light upon the painted walls
Green looks the trees cornfields & meadow grass
As golden on the road the low sun falls
Loud at their play the citys childern calls
And happy minds seek green spots in the fields
Ere yet the heavy dew of evening falls
While the lone partridge to their ramble calls.

Surf of song upon my heart
Breaks forever, where thou art;

The dark ocean in my breast,
Of wild love, may never rest:

Still one thought upon her shore
Breaks in dream forevermore!

My friend, my brother, weary, suffering brother, whoever you be, be not discouraged: let untruth and evil have full sway upon earth that is watered with tears, let the sacred ideal be crushed and defamed, let them shed the innocent blood: — believe me, the time is coming when Baal will perish, and Love will return upon earth!