That were never wed!

Dragon-fly, quickly,

The priest is coming!

Oh, the boom

Of the bitter bell!

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Now you are gone

And my tears fall thickly.

How of Heaven

Do the gods make Hell!

II

The sêmi is silent

(Autumn rains!)

The wind-bells tinkle

(How chill it is!)

The quick lights come

On the shoji-panes.

Come, O Baku,

Eater of dreams!

The maple darkens

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