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 Then see we Hakuriyô, blushing deep,

Lay at her foot the golden-feathered gown

Alight with silvery white and scarlet fires.

And while the samisens make chords of joy

O Tsuru kneels, and gathers wistfully

The shining marvel round her shoulders: laughs

For pleasure to be safe re-plumed: then glides—

With voice of melting notes, and paces fair

Falling as light as fir-cones, to the dance:

Now it is mine again

I am fain, I am fain

With secrets of Heaven made plain.

Your earth shows fair,

But dense is the air,