[Pg 32]

O-Shichi dwelt among them there,

More wondrous, she, than all—

A flower some forgetful god had from his hand let fall.

III

And all her days were as the dream

On flowers in the sun.

And all her ways were as the waves

That by Shin-bashi run.

And in her gaze there was the gleam

Of stars that cannot wait

Too long for love and so fare forth from heaven to find a mate.

IV

O-Shichi dwelt so, till one night

When all the city slept,

When not a paper lantern swung,

[Pg 33]

When only fire-flies swept

Soft cipherings of spirit-light

Across the temple's gloom—

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