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 Joyously he prays the price:

"Nay!" says she,—and drew

Closer down upon her face

The country hood of blue,—

"Afterwards will very well suffice!"

Joyously he brings it home:

Glad those doctors grew!

In a bowl of beaten gold

The precious broth they brew:

The Princess drinks! the charm is overcome!

Bright as silver star, sprung newly

From the purple sea,

From her bath she trips, and fastens

Jiban, imoji,

All the glory of her garments, duly:

In the garden, with her maid,

Walks, a moving Flower,

Fairer than the Kiku bloom

After autumn shower.

Quoth the Court, "But, is the bringer paid?"