In Parian o'er the sky,

TRIOLET

Love, awake! Ah, let thine eyes

Open, clouded with thy dreams.

Now the shy sweet rosy skies,

Love, awake. Ah, let thine eyes

Dawn before the last star dies.

O'er thy breast the rose-light gleams:

Love, awake! Ah, let thine eyes

Open, clouded with thy dreams.

A TRIPLE BALLAD OF OLD JAPAN

In old Japan, by creek and bay,

The blue plum-blossoms blow,

Where birds with sea-blue plumage gay

Thro' sea-blue branches go:

Dragons are coiling down below

Like dragons on a fan;

And pig-tailed sailors lurching slow

Thro' streets of old Japan.

There, in the dim blue death of day

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