Butterflies and dragon-flies
Flitted;—snakes were bold
To draw slow coils to sunlight. Every cape—
From its sleeping shadow rose:
Fuji-San was seen
Piercing Heaven's blue above,
Glassed in Ocean's green;—
Doubled forests, doubled gleaming snows!
Beautiful O Haru San,
With her maids, at play,
Pulled the lilies; in the stream
Bathed, heart-whole and gay:
Spring-time ripples in her sweet veins ran!
By and by, along the river,
Comes a troop of boys:
'Tis a fox-cub they have captured!
Laughter loud, and noise
Who shall have its skin, and who its liver.
In the bamboo-thicket's gloom—
