Flute-Willow-Bloom Night
After Li Po
Who’s fluting Spring out there in the moon-bright gloom?
Who’s plucking the bloom of the willows down by the river?
Over the city the music and scent of the bloom
Whisper and wake through the blue dim moonlit gloom,
And the ghost of a tune and gusts of the faint perfume
Are blown in here to set my heart aquiver.
What Spirit’s fluting Spring through the moon-bright gloom
And plucking the bloom of the willows down by the river?
The Theosophical Path, June 1920
