Frail Sleep, that blowest by fresh banks
Of quiet, crystal pools, beside whose brink
The varicolored dreams, like cattle, come to drink,

Cool Sleep, thy reeds, in solemn ranks,
That murmur peace to me by midnight's streams,
At dawn I pluck, and dayward pipe my flock of dreams.

The fragments were trying to huddle into one.
The cracks were trying to smile again.
The gun barrel was trying to rise, to sit again on the gun carriage.
All were dreaming of their fragile original shape.
With each wind, they were buried further in the sand.
Invisible ocean — bird of passage flashes.

Four stiff standers,
Four lily landers,
Two lookers, two crookers,
And a wig-wag.

Since the day
I saw the treetop blossoms
in Yoshino's mountains
my heart has not stayed
with my body at all.

For sport my Julia threw a Lace
Of silke and silver at my face:
Watchet the silke was; and did make
A shew, as if't'ad been a snake:
The suddenness did me affright;
But though it scar'd, it did not bite.

For physic and farces his equal there scarce is;
His farces are physic; his physic a farce is.

How is it,
That you, whom I can never know,
My beloved,
Are a wall between me and those I have known well —
So that my familiars vanish
Farther than the blue roofs of Nankow
And are lost among the desert hills?

There were tiny flames in her eyes,
Her mouth was a flame,
And her flesh. . . . . . .
Now she is ashes.

For every evil under the sun,
There is a remedy, or there is none.
If there be one, try and find it;
If there be none, never mind it.

For cover — the tall forest,
for a floor — the moss.
The stone folk, the tree people will keep you company.
You'll have everything you need if you live in the mountains;
the only problem is — no one is willing to try!