Ii

The sêmi is silent (Autumn rains!) The wind-bells tinkle (How chill it is!) The quick lights come On the shoji-panes. Come, O Baku, Eater of dreams!

The maple darkens (Pale grow I!) The near night shivers (The temple fades.)

Haunting love Will not cease to cry! Come, O Baku, Eater of dreams!

The wild mists gather (Ah, my tears!) The pane-lights vanish (For some there is rest.) But for me-- The remembered years! Come, O Baku, Eater of dreams!