Garden at Lu
Cinnamon petals drop upon the air.
The night is still.
There is no sound but footsteps of the wind
Walking softly on a far off hill.
(How dim the night and still.)
All is the same: the ivy cool and dark
Against the moon-washed wall,
The little bamboo bridge, the sycamore
With branches lifted lonely, pale and tall.
(How lonely, pale and tall.)
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Upon the pool the lily leaves encircle
A flower newly blown.
The long reeds watch the watered stars.
A golden fin goes gleaming and is gone.
(How quickly it is gone.)
All is the same. But you and I are changed.
We who knew light
And sunny laughter in this garden place
Are shadows moving in a shadowy night.
(How dim and long the night.)
Give me your hand. O let us softly move,
O softly move and slow,
Two shadows out of time who pause a while
To look on what we cherished long ago.
(How many aeons ago.)
