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.