Home › Poetry › The Garden of Bright Waters › An Orange SleeveThe Garden of Bright Watersby E. Powys Mathers79 of 112 · Contents · Download EPUBAn Orange Sleeve In the fifth month, When orange-trees Fill all the world with scent, I think of the sleeve Of a girl who loved me. From the Japanese of Nari-hira. ‹ PreviousOld Scent of the Plum-treeNext ›Invitation — The Clocks of Death123456789101112131415161718192021222324252627282930313233343536373839404142434445464748495051525354555657585960616263646566676869707172737475767778798081828384858687888990919293949596979899100101102103104105106107108109110111112← Back to The Garden of Bright Waters