Wiling-wind, wet-dreary day,
But why, my Heart, why the dismay?
Wind-tug tree-twigs tumble toss
Scatter leaves the road across,
But Heart, why pressed at so light loss?
Weakens soul with sagging sigh,
Be strong, my Heart, make no reply.
World washed clear by winter rain
Springs up fresh-green grass again.
So faith unfolds in flinch of pain.
Earth and Heaven yield rich boon:
Plod white path plum-blossom strewn;
Hold silent-sleeping, silk cocoon;
Finger sea-shell, wave-whipped-hewn;
Trace bright silver ring ‘round moon;
Warm summer sun, my Heart, dawns soon.