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 And fluttering with ten thousand flags)—

Proud Fuji to her topmost crags

Steel-blue against a saffron sky—

A Queen! A World! A Mystery!

At daybreak, from Subashiri

We started forth, with horses three,

To thread the woodland path, which leads

By groves and streams and shrines and meads,

Nigher and higher, 'till we find

Umagaeshi, and leave behind

Our steeds. Henceforward every ri

With sturdy foot must traversed be:

And Fuji, lifting rosy red

Beyond the pines her peerless head,

Seems still as far, as when, last night,

We watched her in the sunset's light.

While yet we paced the forest road

Where green woods made a garment broad

For Fuji's knees, and dappled shade

Upon the speckled pumice played,

I wished you by, that you might share