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 Oh! he knows each wicket shuts

One world out and one world in:

This so great, and that so small,

Yet to those plain folks within

The little world their all in all!

Just then, the waiting maids bore through

The breakfast of King Nintoku.

Quoth the Emperor, gazing round,

"Wherefore—when my meats abound—

See I not more smoke arise

From these huts beneath mine eyes?

Chimneys jut into the air,

Yet no chimney-reek is there

Telling how the household pot

Bubbles glad with gohan hot!

Gild me no more galleries

If my people lose the gold!

Let my doors unplated go

If the silver leaves them cold!

This city of all tax I ease

For three years: We decree it so!