O, how will I forget the magic day:
The day when you outshone the Sun with grins,
Lit Stars in verdant ponds of morning May,
And saved the dizzied Earth from whirling spins?
With tender throbs of Spring there rhymed a breeze
That brought the radiant, melting Summer scent
At water's edge, beneath the willow trees,
Of loti, lilacs, and crapemyrtles blent.
Lake Nameless, trembling, heaved a happy sigh,
Assured the golden arrows soon should dart,
Whilst magpie flocks on that Pagoda nigh
Were chattering TILL DEATH DO US APART.
Spontaneously a journey so began,
Propelled by Love, Fortuna's secret plan.