Quiet drooping

day for away

icy shore

is subsidence.

Silently are

graceful bulrush

still is frost cracking.

Going wind

past it

rest for hard

work of day,

gloomy shadow

longing,

convoying it

for night.

Ho is whisper

in the ears

secrets messages

from the earth,

whits do´sent nows

human kids

and

oldest mans

and

even the wiser´s

of the lands.