The birch tree in winter
Leaning over the secret pool
Is Narcissus in love
With the slight white branches.

The slim trunk,
In the dark glass;
But,
Spring coming on,
Is afraid,
And scarfs the white limbs
In green.

The slim trunk,
In the dark glass;
But,
Spring coming on,
Is afraid,
And scarfs the white limbs.

The birch tree in winter
Spring coming on,
Is afraid,
And scarfs the white limbs
In green.

The birch tree in winter
Leaning over the secret pool
Is Narcissus in love
With the slight white branches.

The birch tree in winter
Spring coming on,
Is afraid,
And scarfs the white limbs
In green.