My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.

Choose the day and choose the sign of your day! The day's divinity! First thing you see!!

Life songs of ages, throbbing in my blood, have danced the rhythm of the tide and flood.

Not yesterday I learned to know,The love of bare November days,Before the coming of the snow.

To the guests that must go, bid God's speed and brush away all traces of their steps.

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.