The lingering light of the sun...

The lingering light of the sun

Takes from the chalice of the valley

Its mist-perfume to wash the

Moon-face with rose.

In the pool at my feet the goldfishes drag their trains of brown

Which cleave it into parts that ceaselessly mingle anew.

The moon, silver bright

Through thousand streams sends her light

Into the valley aswoon, listening to the harmony of night.