Deep in Spring, the Rain’s Passed_

    deep in spring, the rain's passed- west lake is good.
    a hundred grasses vie in beauty,
    confusion of butterflies, clamour of bees,
    the clear day hurries the blossom to burst forth in the warmth.
    oars in lilies, a painted barge moving without haste.
    i think i see a band of sprites
    light reflected in the ripples,
    the high wind carries music over the broad water.