Chapter V
Thus in that Chinese garden was his childhood lived and as the years advanced he became quite renowned for verses in the small circle in which he moved. He loved to walk through the garden in the moonlight chanting his lyrics to the star-perfumed sky. It mattered little to him whether his poems were bound in costly cloths and widely circulated. The supreme pleasure was in the creating of them. He believed that for every perfume there was a poem, for every jewel, a sonnet. Poems are merely variations of perfumes, songs, color. Some of his best loved volumes were entitled, Painted Legends, Poems in Lacquer, Porcelain Poems, Poems in Amber, Moon
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