morn breeze <br />the chant of a monk <br />from a temple <br /> <br />inspired by <br /> <br />An English Breeze <br />UP with the sun, the breeze arose, <br />Across the talking corn she goes, <br />And smooth she rustles far and wide <br />Through all the voiceful countryside. <br />Through all the land her tale she tells; <br />She spins, she tosses, she compels <br />The kites, the clouds, the windmill sails <br />And all the trees in all the dales. <br />God calls us, and the day prepares <br />With nimble, gay and gracious airs: <br />And from Penzance to Maidenhead <br />The roads last night He watered. <br />God calls us from inglorious ease, <br />Forth and to travel with the breeze <br />While, swift and singing, smooth and strong <br />She gallops by the fields along. <br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haiku-chant-of-a-monk/
