Be these our themes and I will try To turn the flowers to poetry, And afterwards you two shall chant The bamboo and the cormorant."
THE POMEGRANATE.
Mid branches dark and leafy green
Open the ruddy flowers.
In our old garden too they're seen
Bright'ning the sunny hours.
Then for a space we do not see
Their beaut}' rich and rare,
But soon again upon the tree
Burst forth the florets fair.
THE BAMBOO.
On branches dark, mid leafy green
No lovely flowers are seen,
But daily when the dawn winds blow,
The branches swaying to and fro,
Sing low"Kalo, Kalo."
THE CORMORANTS.
He stands upon the water's brim
Catching the fish that rise.
But who can catch a glimpse of him
As from the snow he flies.
Yonder's the old bird in his nest.
We know him by his ruddy crest.
