हह

SUMMER'S END

A chill wind moves

Amidst the trees of the garden

And a pale moon casts

A ghostly pallor

Upon the tall, potted plants

On the wall's high ledge, Oh, my love,

Do you ever think of me?

In the far, far distance A dog barks

And upon my doorstep Among the fallen petals Of a rose

A lone cricket chirps His last song of summer, Oh, my love, my love, Have you forgotten me?

by Helen Ito

to B. L.

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