Vain, vain, unutterably vain are all

The sights and sounds that sink and fall,

The words and symbols of this fleeting breath:

Shall I not drown the finite in the Whole,

Cast off this body and complete my soul

Thro' deaths beyond this gate of death?

[Pg 17]

It will not open! Through the bars I see

The glory and the mystery

Wind upward ever! The earth-dawn breaks! I bleed

With beating here for entrance. Hark, O hark,

Love, Love, return and give me the great Dark,

Which is the Light of Life indeed.

THE FLOWER OF OLD JAPAN

 DEDICATED TO CAROL, A LITTLE MAIDEN Of MYAKO.

PERSONS OF THE TALE

Ourselves

Ourselves

The Tall Thin Man

The Tall Thin Man

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