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airer was a madness. I left it for the joy Of wandering the world, And heathen-hearted lands have I beheld! But when at last cloy Of delight brought sadness Like lotus to my veins, And forgetfulness seemed fate, I had fared unto this shrine And the moon as now was beaming, And here have I awaited--and await. But not for any gift Of its god, or any grace That in living or in dying Men in text or sutra sigh for. And not for any shrift Nirvana has, or skies Where Paradise imperishably smiles. But only for the sift Of the wind, that seems to die for My soul's enduring peace In the dwelling of the Tomb. And only for the drift Of the moon that comes denying Eternity to everything but Doom. IN A SHINTO TEMPLE GARDEN Under the torii, robed in green, The old priest creeps to the shrine. Over the bridge the still stork stands, The crow caws not in the pine. Far in the distance bugles blow, War's bloody memory wakes. The priest prays on--for his sons that are dead, And the heart within him breaks. FAR FUJIYAMA Against the phantom gold of failing skies I see the ghost of Fujiyama rise And think of the innumerable eyes That have beheld its vision sunset-crowned. The peasant in his field of rice or tea, The prince in gardens dreaming by the sea, The priest to whom the semi in the tree Was but some shrilling soul's incarnate sound. And as I think upon them, lo, the trance Of backward time and distant circumstance, Of Karma's all-remembering necromance, Lies suddenly before my boundless sight. It is as if, a moment, Buddhahood Were given to me; as if understood At last were vague Nirvana's vaguer good; As if time were dissolved in living light. ON MIYAJIMA MOUNTAIN (_To A. H. R._) Out on the sea the sampans ride And the mountains brim with mist and sun. O we are in Japan again And the spell is about us spun! The spell of the old enchanting East, Of Buddha and many a blissful priest, The spell that has never, never ceased To haunt us! Glad we behold the temple-tops And the lanterns in religious row Standing, like acolytes of stone, Where the pine and camphor grow. And o'er them the old pagoda prays Blessing upon their dreaming days, And upon the eightfold sacred ways From Sorrow! Ah, and the torii too is there Where the tranced
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