A MEMORY IN SPRING

She who, said goodbye forever,
Left like the flowers of a plum-tree,
Blooming beside my roof space,
the charm of her youth and beauty
thrilled once in my own  heart
to quicken their flush and fragrance,
where does she dwell to-day,
my dear little vanished girl,
This light of the half moon
that plays on the water
I pour it for the dead,
for them to open their eyes


BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI