Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-11-29

They make the ancient music faithfully
This evening at my Lord the Governors;
You shall be honorably pleased. What
| best
OF all, Kyoto's Geishas will be there,
With Nara's koto-player; Takeji
To beat the drum. Yuki Sans the boy,
| o Tsuru plays the fairy in first dance,
The Feather-Dress'
| So, to the Governors
That evening, through the lanes Of lamps
we went
And, when the feast was ended on the mats
Three sides Of full square of frfendliness,
The stage the fourth;-and each guest well
content,
Hemmed in by twenty little lacquered bowl.
Showed like q ship at moorings, with he,
boats
Clustering around; and black-haired Musu
mes
Brimmed our last sake-cups. and gohan
came,
The silvered shoji, decked with maple
leaves,
Opened a space. to let the music in
Two Samisens, a double drum, Q flute;
Then, with low reverences, the mo" began.
| So saw we-after many preludings
OF string and skin-O Yuki San pace forth
A fisherman. No need to err therein,
Seeing she bore the net and balanced tubs,
And great brass knife to slice the tara thin,
All as you note them at Enoshima
Moreover, fan in hand, she sings a song
To tell us how her names Hakuriyo
Her dwelling Miwo's pine-grove, and her
A rsher-lad's reaping the deep green sea
For silver harvests OF the silly shoals
Which caught by hundreds. come in thou
sands more
To the spread mesh. Mighty the draughs
tso shants the sea-boy, sau9tsring from his
Now the cold rains are over, and the sky
Round about Fugi's head glows pearl and
With, high above the hardly rippling waves,
Yon gilded sickle of the new made moon
Attendant like some heavenly Musume.
ION, at Spr1ng-tide so delectable,
With purple iris fringing all the rice
And fiery lilies flaming in the rye,
The dragon-fies like fairy spears of steel,
Darting or poised: the velvet butterflies
Eluttering to sip the last sweets of the grape
Before the red sun sinks-at s,1ch an hour
Angels themselves might come awhile to
Earth"
So sings the young Hakuriyo.
And, behold!-
Suddenly-hanging on branch OF 1r-
A wondrous sight he spiesl The Samisens
Twapgls surprise, the drums beat "He He
A many tin ctured, fairy patterned robe
All gold and scarlet, and celestial white
OF feathers wove, but feathers of such birds
As surely never perched on earthly treei
Its lining shot with airy tender tints
As Of a broken rainbow. Glad he scans
The strange bright treasure-trove. Another
suruga never saw! Narumrs looms
Ne'er put forth such marvel Light Of
heart
Into hts hut dances hakuriyo
Casting the nets aside to clasp the robe.
Next very softly trill the samisens.
The drums beat muted, and the flute pipes
forth
E1psssans tones. while-lishs a. falling
Or breath Of Morning breeze. whispering it.
Through the awakening bambu-leaves-
A Heavenly Vision, 'Tis o Tsuru San,
And neck. breast. slender little amber
All bare as the brown sea-sand; just one
Tied with a sky-blue string about the waist
Half covers her. Sweetly and knowingly
At the hut-door she sings "Oh, Thou
That hast my robe Of feathersI-open now
And give what is not thine, but only minei"
Then see We (kneeling watchful on the
Q Yuki San trip lightly from the hut
Guarding the feather-dress. But when she
marks
Q Tsuru San bowed low before the door
Look how she stands-(Yuki, the fisher.
Out of his wish with well-shewn wonder
So beautiful the dark-eyed weeper is,
Unclad. and pleading with those lovely
Down on his face falls young Hakuriyo
And thus they talk, with Samisens to help:
sHE-Fisher-Boyi give back to me
The dress hanged upon the treei
HE-Ohi clad too rich in beauty bright
Form Of Glory, Face of Light!
Honorably deign to tell
Where such charms celestial dWen.
What thy name august may be,
Tairesti first reveal to mel
sHF-I am come from heavens domain;
If spoke it ne'er SO plain
You my name could never hear
As tho angels say it there.
Flying past your little star =.
All SO bright is looked. afar-
silvery Sea, and snow-tipped Hm-
That had an idle will,
Once to set my foolish feet
On those flowers that shOne SO sweet
Thus laid my robe asiae
In the tree which you espfedl
And, without it-shame and woel
To my home I cannot go!
HE-Loveliest Lady! little mind
Had !, at first, nv find
Ever to surrender. Now
When you deign to tell me how,
II keep it, you must stay,
No more for your garment prayi
eHE-Ahl why did quit my sky
Where yon happy sea-birds fly,
And the wild swan spreads her wings
While the wind between them sings;
And the free storks urge their fight