As lost as if Death, not Time, had taken
My eyes away from your beautiful eyes.
Yet, if it were Death, of Friends, my Fairest!
He could not rend our spirits in twain:
They came too near to be less than nearest
In the world where true hearts mingle again.
But sad is the hour we sigh farewell in,
And, for me, whenever they name Japan,
All grace, all charm, of the land you dwell in
Is spoken in saying "O Yoshi San!"
