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Ezra Pound - Au Jardin
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O you away high there,
you that lean
From amber lattices upon the cobalt night,
I am below amid the pine trees,
Amid the little pine trees, hear me!

`The jester walked in the garden.`
Did he so?
Well, there`s no use your loving me
That way, Lady;
For I`ve nothing but songs to give you.

I am set wide upon the world`s ways
To say that life is, some way, a gay thing,
But you never string two days upon one wire
But there`ll come sorrow of it.
And I loved a love once,
Over beyond the moon there,
I loved a love once,
And, may be, more times,

But she danced like a pink moth in the shrubbery.
Oh, I know you women from the `other folk`,
And it`ll all come right,
O` Sundays.

`The jester walked in the garden.`
        Did he so?
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