Lotus
On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,
And I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.
Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my
Dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.
That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to
Me that is was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion.
I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that this
Perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.
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