Into a tittle wayside shrine turned from off che weary strent, Awesomo and" dark in grove: bF pine, But redolent with blossoms sweat, A plum tree, lo! in fullest flower! 'And underneath its canopy Of drifting petals, like the boi O'er Shinto'
Behold my priestess stood!
With uptorned face you stood aid Through mossy blossoms at the sks And murmured, "When little child, {often dreamed, with Springting righ That Heaven must be a place this!
(On, ae for me, "what neod "to The magic steps, T cannot -misg Heaven here with you in blossom time!)
And then you wrote " little (You did "now know, I lingered Jong), OF lovely. verso without compare. Ard hung it on the branches there.
Now dare f take my song and tie Just o'er the one that you have rer all' the fest that folk have une, And will. you come,—and 100
Oh, if you only would!
Chany Gxrorn, Sauer, in the "Peking Leader.""
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.