Saffron and rose Over the weary huddle of housetops Smoking their evening pipes in silence. [80] [80] City Lights The city gleams with lights this evening Like loud and yawning laughter from red lips. [81] [81] Fugitive Beauty As the fish that leaps from the river, As the dropping of a November leaf at twilight, As the faint flicker of lightning down the southern sky, So I saw beauty, far away. [82] [82] Silver Jars I dreamed I caught your loveliness In little silver jars:
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