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


One round of your Heavenly measure
Twill sing to comfort thee,
One strain of the melody
Heard by souls divine, in spheSS
Where the Light Is lovelier!
HK-Ah! to see you fly dread
When yield this wonder! Tread
First your measure, Lady sweet!
Then place it at your feet.
sHE-Fie upon theel have heard
Men do break plighted word,
But with us, this is not so!
ALI unveiled the Spirits go,
Our nay is nay, our yes is yes;
dance not else Give me the dressl
Then see we young Hakurlyo. blushina
Lay at her foot the golden-feathered gown :.
Al1ght with silvery white, and scarlet hrei
And, while the Samisens throb chords OF
Q TsSrgS TsrSik ikneels. and gathers wistfuliy
The shining marvel round her shoulders
For pleas pleasure to be safe replumed' then
With voice Of melting notes and PAGES fair
Falling as soft as fir-cones-to her Dance.
sHz-Now It is mine again,
am fainI lam fain
To paw you true as q Spirit should do,
With secrets OF Heaven made plain!
not for long Sane. San sing s9sg
Your earth shows fair,
But dense is the air,
And we wonder not II your eyes
Avery small Part part oft Of the ne. splendor see
Only one CLEAN of the glory she'd
From Fuji's filleted head
Down to this leaf of the Momiji-tres
Which knows and curtseys to mot
For and the maple-leaf are ono
As we hear, as he hear,
The tender, unending tone
OF the Earth's voice, constant and
clear;
And we move to the swing /.
OF your star, in the ring
She weaves round the flying Sun.
Weaves so-so-so-
As the waves understand
And the wind, and the sand:
But you cannot ever know!
'Twere good you should have watched 0
Deity pace this, with little lifted feet
Shod in the white silk tabf; and soft lips
Making the melodies to guide her feet,
The music sitting silent; or, at most,
Dropping @ high note in, now and again
Then, with her fan before her face, or waved
In dreamy curves, she sang q verse Of Love
We-and the lsher-boy, still on our knees.
SHE-And Love-Great Lovei
oh less than the splendor spread
From Fujis head
To the sea, and the grass, and the grove,
Know ye the deep things OF this!
a little men taste its bliss
In the loved one's charms,
And her close-wound arms,
And the spirits which almost kiss
Through their dividing bodies; and de-
light
OF mether-love and father-love; and
friends
Hand-fast, and heartfastl But Deaths
sudden night
Comes, and in gloom, It seem, Love's sun
shine ends
So Loves warm golden wing
Shields not from shuddering
The souls it covers, chilled with dread
to part.
All, could tell,
Who see it near and well,
The far truth freely to each beating
heart,
Not on your fearful planet once again
Should Love be pain.
But that which would teach
Hath in your human speech
No words to name such comfort rich and
Therefore, ,Edream on asleep
And dreaming weep!
And wait httle-yet little wait!
So, or of such wise, in soft japanese,
The ancient uta flowed; o Tsuru's silks
to every line. obi and sleeve:
Her brown arms closing, opening, to its
strains,
While crystal tears stood in her eyes at
times
Singing OF sorrowful love. Till, with
laugh,
She stayed, and gIided to her Planet Dances;
Joyously circling, singing, beating time.
sHE-steps Of my silvery Star
Dancing alone, afar,
So still, so slow
No mortal may know
How stately her footsteps are;
Nor what fair music is guide Of her feet,
Solemn and high and sweet;e 49, 49,
All In q tune
To the Sun and the Moon,
And the drums that the glad worlds
beat
As long path on your little orb goes
From the first of her flowers, to the last
of her SHOWS,
Ny white Home sweeps in a night;
Knowing no haste, knowing no rest
For delight !
In the life of her silver Light,
And joy Of the wide purple waste.
Where the Angles pass,
Like fish through the seas green glass,
But you cannot see that sight"
And while we did not speak, for wistful-
ness,
Watching the woven PAGES, wondering
TO note how foot and tongue kept faultless
To dreamy tinkling of the samisens,
Across her breast that golden-feathered
Swiftly she drew, spread her smooth arms
And passedimo pass dig Yuki San and We alone,
The "No" Dance ended!
"Thanks, dear Tsuru Sanl
Yet half we wish o Yuki had not given"
EDWIN ARNOLD.