(Pale grow I!)

The near night shivers

(The temple fades.)

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Haunting love

Will not cease to cry!

Come, O Baku,

Eater of dreams!

The wild mists gather

(Ah, my tears!)

The pane-lights vanish

(For some there is rest.)

But for me—

The remembered years!

Come, O Baku,

Eater of dreams!

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MAPLE LEAVES ON MIYAJIMA

The summer has come,

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