Though wingless, with gossamer wit,
Foregather mellifluent sweetness,
While Fates unrelenting permit—
Wise heir of bright hours, completeness
Of blossoms that flicker and flit.
ON A JAPANESE SCREEN.
In Yeddo, where long lilies weep, Bo' Peep
The shepherdess hath lost her sheep.
She recks not where the sheep have strayed, Poor maid,
Beneath the Boodha-Temple's shade.