I found this web in the late summer of 2007.
A seb is such an evanescent thing.
In the dusk the path
You used to come to me
Is overgrown and indistinguishable,
Except for the spider webs
That hang across it
Like threads of sorrow.
One Hundred More Poems from the Japanese,
translated by Kenneth Rexroth
New Directions, 1976, page 27.
These little poems from long ago are so delicious! You have to remember not to eat too many!