CHRYSANTHEME

Ah! the natural perversity of inanimatethingsContemptuous pity, both for mysuspicions and the cause of themDull hours spent in idle and diffuseconversationEfforts to arrange matters we succeedoften only in disarrangingFound nothing that answered to myindefinable expectationsHabit turns into a makeshift ofattachmentI know not what lost home that I havefailed to findIrritating laugh which is peculiar toJapanJapanese habit of expressing myselfwith excessive politenessOrdinary, trivial, every-day objectsPrayers swallowed like pills byinvalids at a distanceSeeking for a change which can nolonger be foundTrees, dwarfed by a Japanese processWhen the inattentive spirits are notlisteningWhich I should find amusing in any oneelse,--any one I loved