The flower of her face is growing in the shadow
Among warm and rustling leaves....
I see the sunlight on her house,
I see her curtains of vermilion silk....
Here is the almond-coloured dawn;
And there is dew on the petals of my night flower.
Lyric of Korea.
THE DREAM
I dreamed that I was touching her eyelids, and I awoke
To find her sleepy temples of rose jade