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 Lovers Embracing

Force and yielding meet together:

An attack is half repulsed.

Shafts of broken sunlight dissolving

Convolutions of torpid cloud.

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 A Picnic Under the Cherry Trees

The boat drifts to rest

Under the outward spraying branches.

There is faint sound of quavering strings,

The reedy murmurs of a flute,

The soft sigh of the wind through silken garments;

All these are mingled

With the breeze that drifts away,

Filled with thin petals of cherry blossom,

Like tinkling laughter dancing away in sunlight.

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