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THE PRIEST YE-KEI
My little temple stands alone,
No other hut is near;
No one will pass to stop and praise
Its vine-grown roof, I fear,
Now that the autumn ’s here.
The Priest Ye-kei lived about the end of the tenth century, but nothing is known about him. In the picture he is shown outside his humble little temple with its patched roof and the vine growing up the wall.
