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...FREE FANTASIA ON JAPANESE THEMES by AMY LOWELL JUNE (1) by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT SONG OF THE RABBITS OUTSIDE THE TAVERN by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH BELISARIUS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE ARROW AND THE SONG by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MONT BLANC; LINES WRITTEN IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |