The tomb said to the rose:
"With the tears of the dawn from
What doest thou, flower of love?"
The rose to the tomb answering
"What make you of the souls that
To thy gulf ever gaping and
Said the rose to the cold somber
"From these tears I distill in the
Rare honey and amber perfume."
Said the tomb: "O thou blossom
(Original by Frau von Hillern)
Upon the rose, upon the rose,
Still my heart is hanging,
And when you come beneath the
There you'll find it clinging.
Many fruits the fruit trees yield,
So pleasant and so fair,
And yet methinks no other tree,
Such fruit as this can bear.
O sweetheart, haste and pluck it
Nor leave it hanging thither,
For soon beneath the burning sun
'Twill perish, waste and wither.
Japanese(The following were adapted from the
Japanese with the help of M. T. Yamamoto.)
While a thousand generations
'Til eight thousand sons have
Shall the Son of Heaven's house
'Til the pebble grows a mighty rock
Which the mosses cover o'er and
I come, in the falling gloom,
Weary, seeking an inn,
Sad as thy purple robe,
O thou wisteria bloom!
LoveBy M. T. Yamamoto
Ideal love is like a star
High and pure, but O so far,
Shining o'er my dreams of you!
Lo, our earthly loves are dew!
Morning Glories(By Chiyo, a well-known lady poet.)
For thy dear sake, sweet flower of
Asagaho, the morning glory vine,
My drink shall from a neighbor's
font be drawn,
About my well-rope, lo thy ten-
The High Winds of Home
Elizabeth N. Barr
(Olathe: privately published. 1922)