From a bundle of tears
I water the seeds
While Willow tips tickle
The rippling stream
Where old Hazel nut mouth
Be flash of a leap
Travelling up stream
To spawn and to sleep
Yet sorrow my nurture
To grow and to bloom
‘Neath smile of the sun
And kiss of the moon
On dusky swept evenings
To her haunting tune
To the bundle of tears
I add to them new
As never my Yewberry
The rivers bend grace
For the flowers I grow
On her grave I do place.
