In days such as these
Some stress (if you please!)
Always abounding in bliss.
But I know what is
Enough of their ill
Lovely coffee will give a us thrill

Let not the winter’s ragged hand deface
In thee the hope of warmer days
For see proud-pied April doth efface
The harshest work of winter’s cold gaze,
So fields and beds, once bare on earth,
Bring forth, as if from stone, their verdure
Which as with great contended mirth
Doth leap and laugh as winter’s ardour
Gives way to spring wherein the birds shall sing
And blossom fling their beauties o’er the clades
Of trees in green of every hue, which ring
In silence throughout the lustrous glades.
So at the end of thy seven by seven be still
And accept this verse the expression of my good will

竹危险 (Zhú wéixiǎn/In peril of bamboo)
首被平原的管家

小的想法，但伟大, 和危险的结果, 青春绿笋的成长和, 扭自己,他们扼杀心. 增 农夫个伟大我场农.

Xiǎo de xiǎngfǎ, dàn wěidà,    Hé wéixiǎn de jiéguǒ, Qīngchūn lǜ sǔn de chéngzhǎng hé,    Niǔ zìjǐ, tāmen èshā xīn. Zēng nóngfū gè wěidà wǒ chǎng nóng.

<sub><sup>Translation:
Small ideas, but great,
And dangerous result,
Young green bamboo shoots grow,
Twisting, they strangle the heart.
By the farmer of the great open field.

Translation engines and native speakers may offer a different set of words.</sup></sub>

How like a winter hath thine absence been
From one source o’er the fleeting years!
What freezings felt, what dark days seen
Whilst old D’cember a white sheet wears.
Now summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
As thou doth enter another anniversarial day.
The birds do sing, and with so loud a cheer,
That leaves once pale, turn green for thou art near

On KEH writing cards

How so like a winter hath thy mood been
For thee, the pleasure of the fleeting ink!
What freezings hast thou felt, what dark days seen!
What old December’s bareness every where!
And yet this time of writing was summer’s time,
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burden of the time,
Like widow’d wombs after their lords’ decease:
Yet this abundant issue seem’d to be
But hope of orphans and unfather’d fruit;
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou in mood, the very birds are mute;
Or, if they sing, ’tis with so dull a cheer
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter’s near.

On KEH

Kindly as the light that rises up at dawn
Against the dark night sky shining in the morn
The dew of even glistening upon the lawn
Halliday arises for the genethliac storm
Exhaling fragrant canephoras at the start of every day
Rutilantly presenting in a gentle roscid way
Invoking languid sonorities in our crania of clay.
Now hangs my unremembrant head in sadness, forsaken and forlorn
E’en as the bold fritillary upon the springtime* morn.

*It is springtime in the australian hemisphere.