Yea, karma turn askant.

[Pg 18]

For on Migajima none may

Give birth and none may die—

Since birth and death are equal sins

Unto the wise. So I

Should muse all day where the sea spills

Its murmur softly by

The still stone lanterns all arow

Under the deathless sky.

And under cryptomeria-tree

And camphor-tree and pine,

And tall pagoda, rising roof

On roof into the shine

Of the pure air—red roof on roof,

With memories in each line

Of far Confucian China where

They first were held divine.

And o'er Migajima the moon

Should rise for me again.

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