The far truth freely to each beating heart
Not on your tearful planet once again
Should Love be pain,
Nor from your blinded eyes should salt tears start.
But that which I would teach
Hath in your human speech
No words to name such comfort rich and great;
Therefore dream on, asleep,
And, dreaming, weep!
And wait! a little,—yet a little wait!"
So, or in suchwise, in soft Japanese,
The ancient uta flowed; and fluttered to it
O Tsuru San's light silks, kirtle and sleeve;
And closed and opened to it her brown arms;
While crystal tears stood in her eyes at times
Singing of sorrowful Love. Till, with a laugh
She stayed, and brake into the Planet Dance:
Joyously circling, singing, beating time:
She.
"Steps of my silvery star
