Then see we Hakuriyô, blushing deep,
Lay at her foot the golden-feathered gown
Alight with silvery white and scarlet fires.
And while the samisens make chords of joy
O Tsuru kneels, and gathers wistfully
The shining marvel round her shoulders: laughs
For pleasure to be safe re-plumed: then glides—
With voice of melting notes, and paces fair
Falling as light as fir-cones, to the dance:
She.
"Now it is mine again
I am fain, I am fain
To pay you true, as a Spirit should do
With secrets of Heaven made plain.
Yet, not for long can I sing this song,
Nor dance the dance of the skies;
Your earth shows fair,
But dense is the air,
And we wonder not if your eyes
A very small part of the splendor see
Laid upon river and lea:
Only one gleam of the glory shed
