Will I ever again
seek cherry blossoms
in the royal fields of Katano?
Flowers of falling snow,
early dawn in spring.

Seeing an
image of cherry blossoms
ahead of me
I crossed one mountain after another —
white clouds on the peaks.

Her lips were so near
That — what else could I do?
You 'll be angry, I fear,
But her lips were so near —
Well, I can't make it clear,
Or explain it to you,
But — her lips were so near
That — what else could I do?

Her hair was a waving bronze and her eyes
Deep wells that might cover a brooding soul;
And who, till he weighed it, could ever surmise
That her heart was a cinder instead of a coal?

Her hair the net of golden wire,
Wherein my heart, led by my wandering eyes,
So fast entangled is that in no wise
It can, nor will, again retire;
But rather will in that sweet bondage die
Than break one hair to gain her liberty.

HE WHO KNOWS not, and knows not that he knows not, is a fool, shun him;
He who knows not, and knows that he knows not, is a child, teach him.
He who knows, and knows not that he knows, is asleep, wake him.
He who knows, and knows that he knows, is wise, follow him.

Darkness dispels,
and the moon shining clear
in my heart's sky
now seems to near
the western hills.

There shall always be the Church and the World
And the Heart of Man
Shivering and fluttering between them, choosing and chosen,
Valiant, ignoble, dark and full of light
Swinging between Hell Gate and Heaven Gate.
And the Gates of Hell shall not prevail.

" Heavenly Father " — take to thee
The supreme iniquity
Fashioned by thy candid Hand
In a moment contraband —
Though to trust us — seem to us
More respectful — " We are Dust " —
We apologize to thee
For thine own Duplicity —

Hearts , like doors, will ope with ease
To very, very little keys,
And don't forget that two of these
Are “I thank you” and “If you please.”