For I have walked in silence,

Drifted without thought,

Caught in a prison of laughter,

Answers have I sought;

Seen the treasured sunset,

Walked the snowy path,

Plucked the golden flower,

Heard the robin song;

These I count as tokens,

From which my poems are made,

All will linger with me,

From now,

Until my face with whiteness fills,

And I shall be no more.