The still waters of the water under a frond of stars～

The still waters of your mouth under a thieket of kisses～

滿天繁星 水面波灡不驚

濃烈熱吻 如飲春泉不息. ......


Helas*

To drift with every passion till my soul

Is a stringed lute on which all winds can play,

Is it for this that I have given away

Mine anciend wisdom,and austere control?

Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll

Scrawled over on some boyish holiday

With idle songs for pipe and virelay,

Which do but mar the secret of the whole.

Surely there was a time I might have trod

The sunlit heights,and from life s dissonance

Struck one clear chord to reach the ears of God:
Is that time dead? lo* with a little rod
I did but touch the honey of romance--

And must I lose a soul s inheritance?