WHEN cherry flowers begin to blow With Yuki's face beneath them, The richest petals lose their glow, And small buds haste to sheath them. When blue wistaria hangs its head And Yuki leans above it, The swallow flits discomforted, -- With none to see or love it. When lotus blossoms open wide, And beckon men to dreaming, My Yuki smiles, -- and all their pride Is but a perfumed seeming. When snow is white on moat and tree And crusts each bamboo feather, My Yuki lifts her eyes to me, -- 'T is all I know of weather. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHERMAN'S IN SAVANNAH [DECEMBER 22, 1864] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES SONNET: 17. TO SIR HENRY VANE THE YOUNGER by JOHN MILTON THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 68 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE CASE OF DOMINEERING JOHN ALEXIS UPHAM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 1. THE HAPPENING by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS PSALM 47 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |