Can You See Through The Night, Woman,

Brighter Than Fireflies Upon The Uji River Are Your Words In The Dark, Beloved.

A Black Cat Among Roses, Phlox, Lilac-misted Under A Quarter Moon, The Sweet Smells Of Heliotrope And Night-scented Stock. The Garden Is Very Still. It Is Dazed With Moonlight, Contented With Perfume.

Can You See Through The Night, Woman, That You Stare So Upon It? Man, What Sparks Do Your Eyes Follow In The Smouldering Darkness?

All Recurring Joy Is Pain Refined.

How Loud Clocks Can Tick When A Room Is Empty, And One Is Alone!