Page:Stray Birds.djvu/41

STRAY BIRDS 112 sun has his simple robe of light. The clouds are decked with gorgeousness.

113 hills are like shouts of children who raise their arms, trying to catch stars.

114 road is lonely in its crowd for it is not loved.

115 power that boasts of its mischiefs is laughed at by the yellow leaves that fall, and clouds that pass by. [35]