Nippon
Last
night,
I
dreamed
of
Nippon....
I
saw
a
cloud
of
white
Drifting
before
the
sunset
On
seas
of
opal
light.
Beyond
the
wide
Pacific
I
saw
its
mounded
snow
Miraculously
changing
In
that
deep
evening
glow,
To
rosy
rifts
and
hillocks,
To
orchards
that
I
knew,
To
snows
of
peach
and
cherry,
And
feathers
of
bamboo.
I
saw,
on
twisted
bridges,
In
blue
and
crimson
gleams,
The
lanterns
of
the
fishers,
Along
the
brook
of
dreams.
I
saw
the
wreaths
of
incense
Like
little
ghosts
arise,
From
temples
under
Fuji,
From
Fuji
to
the
skies.
I
saw
that
fairy
mountain....
I
watched
it
form
and
fade.
No
doubt
the
gods
were
singing,
When
Nippon
isle
was
made.
