Are forgetting the light that lingers,

Mountain and mist in dream

Already are lost, afar.

Faintingly comes the beam

Of the moon—then viewless fingers

Tinkle a samisen,

And astir on the East is a star.

[Pg 61]

[Pg 61]

THE WANDERER

When moonlight on the face

Of the great Buddha falls

As he sits in Nirvana

On the shores of Kamakura,

When the pines about him place

Soft shadows at his feet

Like offerings of penitence and tears,

I hear in the grace

Of the wind's low susurra

A voice that calls me still

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