It is as if, a moment, Buddhahood

Were given to me; as if understood

At last were vague Nirvana's vaguer good;

As if time were dissolved in living light.

[Pg 66]

[Pg 66]

ON MIYAJIMA MOUNTAIN

(To A. H. R.)

Out on the sea the sampans ride

And the mountains brim with mist and sun.

O we are in Japan again

And the spell is about us spun!

The spell of the old enchanting East,

Of Buddha and many a blissful priest,

The spell that has never, never ceased

To haunt us!

Glad we behold the temple-tops

And the lanterns in religious row

Standing, like acolytes of stone,

Where the pine and camphor grow.

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