The Poet, by Yone Noguchi

“Out of the deep and the dark,
A sparkling mystery, a shape, Something perfect,
Comes like the stir of the day: One whose breath is an odor, Whose eyes show the road to stars, The breeze in his face,

The glory of heaven on his back. He steps like a vision hung in air, Diffusing the passion of eternity; His abode is the sunlight of morn, The music of eve his speech:

In his sight,
One shall turn from the dust of the grave, And move upward to the woodland.”