The rushes on the marsh are green

The rushes on the marsh are green,

And in the wind they bend.

I saw a woman walking there,

Near daylight's end.

On the black water of the marsh,

The lotus buds swim white.

I saw her standing by the verge

At fall of night.

All the long night I lie awake,

And sleep I cannot find.

I see her slim as any rush

Sway in the wind.

I shut my eyes and see again

The whiteness of her throat,

On the black water of the night

Like lotus float.