Shadows of the willows, came gleaming blossoms and another hamlet
There are copious poultry and nursling swine for the visitors at the conclusion of a plentiful year.
Over many mountains and waters, I had my doubts that I could discover the road.
Then out of the shadows of the willows, came gleaming blossoms and another hamlet.
The sound of woodwinds and tympani grow more intense as I draw near the springtime commune.
Their habiliment is austere, conserving an ancient timbre.
And now, if they permit me to relax in the moonlight,