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A LAMENT.
(Japanese.)
Five long, dreary years have fled
Since I saw my lover dead,
And never once since that dark hour
Have my fingers had the power
To loosen his girdle from my breast,
Where nevermore will lover rest.
Since I saw my lover dead,
And never once since that dark hour
Have my fingers had the power
To loosen his girdle from my breast,
Where nevermore will lover rest.
Before my cottage, poor and low,
Pinks, which are Love's buds, I sow,
But the poor things will not grow.
Barrenly stretch the marshes long,
All over which, so shrill and strong,
Rises the desolate cormorant's song.
But is it the cormorant I hear,
That, just now distant, now is near?
And sudden rain from the autumn skies,
That so bedims my weary eyes?
Ah no: it is the tears I shed,
And my lamentation for the dead!
Pinks, which are Love's buds, I sow,
But the poor things will not grow.
Barrenly stretch the marshes long,
All over which, so shrill and strong,
Rises the desolate cormorant's song.
But is it the cormorant I hear,
That, just now distant, now is near?
And sudden rain from the autumn skies,
That so bedims my weary eyes?
Ah no: it is the tears I shed,
And my lamentation for the dead!
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