Classic Poem

A child,
Looking at you, a cherry-bough,
And at me, a river,
Saw you and you, two cherry-boughs,
And laughed. . . .

For run as fast as ever I may,
My heart
Moves only with you,
Only with your blossoms,
Remembering them
Or awaiting them,
Moving when you move in the wind
And still when you are still.