Edmund
Vale .
Play
on
then till bats are dipping,
Till
the
shades
of night
come
tripping
And
your souls
in
dark are
hidden ,
Sweet
Kodomo
and
Nésan,
For
a
darker
shade
approaching
From
the Westward
is
encroaching ,
Pressing
onward
unforbidden
Round
the
shores of Old
Japan .
And while
temple
gongs
are
booming ,
By
Pagodas
dimly
looming
And by many
an ancient
Tori
And
by
paper lanterns wan ,
Progress
comes
with
fingers
stealing
Without mercy , without
feeling ,
Waiting but to
grip
your
story ,
Then he'll close
it, Old
Japan .
* THE
WINDMILL .
" COME
to where
the
wind
is sighing,
Where
the bats
are thickly
Aying ,
Where
the red
lights
lie
a-
dying
,
And
the
evening
droops
its
shroud
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