In the Courlyard
- Poetry of Anonymous

In the courtyard stands a tree so rare,

With leaves so green and flowers sweet and fair.

I pluck a flower from a twig above,

To offer as a token of my love.

In my laps and sleeves,sweet fragrance stays,

But flowers will not reach him who's far away.

Such a gift is not the worthy kind;

Long parting weighs alone upon my mind.