PREFACE

to see thy image in every flower what madness
to hear thy voice in ever birds song what madness
to feel thy touch fromst every butterfly wing what madness
to see thy face in the ripples o’er the lotus pools what madness
to hear thy voice in the russel of the leaves what madness
to feel thy touch fromst the flutterings of every breeze what madness
oh in the hototogisu cries here I thee come back to me hear I in the hototogisu cries singing of thy love for I oh be this madness do I sigh