• Seven swallows sat
    With three golden rays to blaze-
    A feather fell into
    The waters dancing.
    And then a fiery gaze
    These waves
    Accuse,
    They mock with bliss.
    An inquiry in asking why the
    Swallows
    Mist their wail,
    For tension calls the lightest tune
    When lightness
    Wont prevail,
    And water wonders
    Why to cry
    When weeping willows still
    Stand still.