Yaichi Aizu (1881-1956)

I stand as though  only I am existing  in heaven  and earth—  at this solitariness  Kannon, you are smiling.	Coming stealthily,  who is it hitting the temple bell?  It is late at night  and time for even the Buddha  to go into dreaming.
In the Lord Buddha's  drowsy eyes  the ancient  country fields of Yamato  Have their hazy existence.