VAGRANT VERSE
ELEVENTH CENTURY JAPANESE ARTIST. Ere the dew was caught By the sun from the flowers And Wisteria bowers, The garden I sought. While Spring birds sang, I, Chao Chang. From the branch I plucked The pale purple trails Whence the bee had sucked. In how many tales That 1 heard in my heart The flowers took part. Thia branch I would paint As the gold day waned, And the tulips grew faint. My hands should be stained With mixing pale hues For the morning dews. And this then is why A delicate scent To my drawing is lent, That you yet may descry. I have brought you the whole— The flower and the prayer, The dew and the air! The pale blossom's soul.
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Southland Times, Issue 18969, 16 June 1923, Page 4
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125VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 18969, 16 June 1923, Page 4
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