EDMUND
VALE.
OLD
JAPAN .
I
CAN hear the children
clapping ,
Hidden
in
the misty
morning ,
On
the
shores
of Old
Japan.
I
can
see the
junk
sail
flapping ,
Red
with
light that's ruddier
dawning ,
On
the
snows of Fuji
San .
While the
filmy
haze
is
lifting ,
I
can
see
through
many
a rifting
Shaggy
fir
trees
,
little
islands
,
Like
a
painted
Nipon
fan
,
Like
a
fan
that
's
silver
rounded
,
For the bay
is
sandy
bounded
,
Stretching
to
the
flowery
highlands
Of the heart
of
Old
Japan
.
Here are things that Westerns
share not
,
Here business
,
time and
haste
compare
not
In
the
dull
or
in
the
clever
With
the
peace
of
mind
of
man
;
Here
with
joy
in
mist and glamour
,
Droning
chant and ringing
clamour
,
Naked
children
play for
ever
Simple
games
of
Old
Japan
.
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