Some day, when trees have shed their leaves And against the morning’s white The shivering birds beneath the eaves Have sheltered f...

Some day, when trees have shed their leaves And against the morning’s white The shivering birds beneath the eaves Have sheltered for the night, We’ll turn our faces southward, love, Toward the summer isle Where bamboos spire the shafted grove And wide-mouthed orchids smile.

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