Where white tea-roses grow,

Petals and scents are strewn astray

Till night be sweet enow,

Then lovers wander whispering low

As lovers only can,

Where rosy paper lanterns glow

Thro' streets of old Japan.

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From Wonderland to Yea-or-Nay

The junks of Weal-and-Woe

Dream on the purple water-way

Nor ever meet a foe;

Though still, with stiff mustachio

And crookéd ataghan,

Their pirates guard with pomp and show

The ships of old Japan.

That land is very far away,

We lost it long ago!

No fairies ride the cherry spray,

No witches mop and mow,

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