Yone Noguchi,
The Voice of the Valley
(1897)
“ Startle the lazy noon drowsing in the full-flowing tide of the sunbeams nailing thy chants in Eternity!The melody breathing peace in the name of Spring, calms tear to smile, envy to rest. Ah thou, world of this day, sigh not of the poets who have deserted thee—aye, I hail myself as I do Homer!Behold, a baby flower hymns the creation of the universe in the breeze, charming my soul as the lover-moon! ”
