Tinkling in the Rain

Far away from the secular noise,

In rain tinkle the clogs;

Coming a little sprite,

Loiters in full silence.

Face-peaceful and innocent as moon,

Holy elegance there is——sentiment there too;

Under the lilac umbrella shines,

Her delicate and lonely eyes.

Strolling in rain——antique it is;

When day-light burns to ashes,

The sprite still roves,

Chewing with leisure sleeplessness.

Dark-——Remit as yet no grace.

Comfortable are her steps.

Arises from amazing magic,

Her enhanced attractiveness.