A Song: A reed in voice and gesture again and again quivers forlorn in yesterday's breeze.

The girl, with a sigh,
was trying to catch it
but she always arrived
a minute to late.

O sun ! Moon, O moon!
A minute to late.
sixty gray flowers
trammelled her feet.

She sees it swaying
again and again,
innocent of flower and branch,
in yesterday's breeze.

Orange and lemon.
(Oh, the girl
unhappy in love !)
Lemon and orange
(Alas for the girl,
the pale girl!)
Lemon.
(how the sun was glinting!)
Orange.
(Off the pebbles
in the water!).