for Jasmine Tan
A pearl-white flower, drinking in the light
That moonshine clouds spread thinly o’er the sky.
A lilac tinge encroaches on the night.
And faraway one hears a child’s first cry,
Resounding in the wind. Hush, softly breathe:
The stars are shining glories up on high,
So delicately calming those beneath—
Each little life the colour of a dream
Is as a diamond-glinting sword unsheath’d.
Each thirst that’s quenched by Life’s fast-flowing stream
Will grow like thee its mind and soul and bone,
And fight to emerge from childhood’s bursting seam.
Look how these years have passed! and you are grown.
The rest of life is reaping what’s been sown.