Cherry Blossoms (continued)
In a glen between the mountains
Tiring to the feet,
There stands a lonely hut,
And by the thatched eaves,
A cherry tree in full bloom.
On the shore where fisher-lads
Tug at the ropes of the net,
When the wind blows high,
Cherry bloom falls in wild confusion.
To mark the great imperial reign,
Bridle to bridle,
The lords and high councilors ride
To the feast of cherry blossoms.
Heavy with the fumes
Of festive wine,
A noble courtier
Falls from his horse,
Scattering cherry blossoms.
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