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 Butterflies and dragon-flies

Flitted;—snakes were bold

To draw slow coils to sunlight. Every cape—

From its sleeping shadow rose:

Fuji-San was seen

Piercing Heaven's blue above,

Glassed in Ocean's green;—

Doubled forests, doubled gleaming snows!

Beautiful O Haru San,

With her maids, at play,

Pulled the lilies; in the stream

Bathed, heart-whole and gay:

Spring-time ripples in her sweet veins ran!

By and by, along the river,

Comes a troop of boys:

'Tis a fox-cub they have captured!

Laughter loud, and noise

Who shall have its skin, and who its liver.

In the bamboo-thicket's gloom—

At safe distance—sit