A cherub's mocking crow,

A sudden twang, a sweet, swift throe,

As Daisy trips by Dan,

And careless Cupid drops his bow

And laughs—from old Japan.

There, in the dim blue death of day

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.

THE SYMBOLIST

Help me to seek that unknown land!

I kneel before the shrine.

Help me to feel the hidden hand

That ever holdeth mine.

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I kneel before the Word, I kneel

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