No, no! Go from me. I have left h
I will not spoil my sheath with le
For my surrounding air hath a new
Slight are her arms, yet they have
And left me cloaked as with a gauz

1 his papier-mâché, which you see
Saith ’twas the worthiest of edito
Its mind was made up in 'the seven
Nor hath it ever since changed tha
It works to represent that school

The spring, my dear,
Is no longer spring.
Does the blackbird sing
What he sang last year?
Are the skies the old

WITH strawberries we filled a tr
And then we drove away, away
Along the links beside the sea,
Where wave and wind were light and
And August felt as fresh as May.

My City, my beloved, my white! Ah
Listen! Listen to me, and I will
Delicately upon the reed, attend m
Now do I know that I am mad,
For here are a million people surl

Aye! I am a poet and upon my tomb
Shall maidens scatter rose leaves
And men myrtles, ere the night
Slays day with her dark sword.
‘Lo! this thing is not mine

The Dai horse neighs against the
The birds of Etsu have no love fo
Emotion is born out of habit.
Yesterday we went out of the Wild
To-day from the Dragon-Pen.

Green arsenic smeared on an egg-wh
Crushed strawberries! Come, let u

Me happy, night, night full of bri
Oh couch made happy by iny long de
How many words talked out with abu
Struggles when the lights were tak
Now with bared breasts she wrestle

FROM '€˜DIE HEIMKEHR’
Is your hate, then, of such measur
Do you, truly, so detest me?
Through all the world will I comp
Of how you have addressed me.