Joyously he prays the price:
"Nay!" says she,—and drew
Closer down upon her face
The country hood of blue,—
"Afterwards will very well suffice!"
Joyously he brings it home:
Glad those doctors grew!
In a bowl of beaten gold
The precious broth they brew:
The Princess drinks! the charm is overcome!
Bright as silver star, sprung newly
From the purple sea,
From her bath she trips, and fastens
Jiban, imoji,
All the glory of her garments, duly:
In the garden, with her maid,
Walks, a moving Flower,
Fairer than the Kiku bloom
After autumn shower.
Quoth the Court, "But, is the bringer paid?"
