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 At the hut-door she sings: "Oh, thou within

That hast my robe of feathers! Open now

And give what is not thine, but only mine!"

Then see we (kneeling watchful on the mats)

O Yuki San come tripping from the hut

Clasping the feather dress. But when she marks

O Tsuru San bowing before the door

Look how she stands—Yuki the Fisher Lad—

Out of his wits with well-shown wonderment!

So beautiful the dark-eyed weeper is

Unclad, and pleading with those lovely tears.

Down on his face falls young Hakuriyô

And thus they talk, with samisens to help:

Fisher-boy! give back to me

The dress I hanged upon the tree!"

Oh thou! well-clad in beauty bright!

Form of glory, face of light!

Honorably deign to tell

Where such charms celestial dwell.