While far-off Venice still lifts her

Fair witchery to the moon

And all that wonder e'er gave birth

Seems out of beauty hewn.

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O-SHICHI AND MOTO

I

O-Shichi, all my heart today

Is dreaming of your fate;

And of your little house that stood

Beside the temple gate;

Of its plum-garden hid away

Behind white paper doors;

And of the young boy-priest who read too late with you love-lores.

II

O-Shichi dwelt in Yedo—where

A thousand wonders dwell.

Gods, golden palaces and shrines

That like a charm enspell.

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