Snow on the bamboo, sigh and fall, Snow on the willow, snow on the cherry, Little Cho San's two breasts are cold; All the days of her joy are told; No more is she merry. Soon they will lay her under the mosses, Under the pines high over the town. The temple-bell in hill-mist hangs there, Ghostly brown. Snow on the pine-tree shading the bell, Sigh, softly, and tremble down; Sound her a knell! (Little Cho San, do you hear the sound? Bare are the branches, all around!) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER THE PAPAGO by JAMES GALVIN WHAT I'VE BELIEVED IN by JAMES GALVIN MATE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO THE MARTYRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BURIAL OF BOSTON CORBETT (ONE WARDEN TO ANOTHER) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |