“Standing still at dusk Listen . . . in far distances The song of froglings!”

“Of late the nightsare dawningplum-blossom white.”

“In pale moonlight / the wisteria's scent / comes from far away.”

“Calligraphy of geeseagainst the sky-the moon seals it.”

“No trail to followwhere the teacher has wandered off-the end of autumn.”

“A waft of wind came sweeping down the laurel-walk, and trembled through the boughs of the chestnut: it wandered away-away-to an indefinite distance-it died. The nightingale's song was then the only voice of the hour: in listening to it, I again wept.”

“In the distance I hear a song - a simple song - a song of despair - a song of longing and a song of sorrow.I have forgotten the words and the rhythm, but I sing.Yes, I sing.”