Evenings, excite the most
If but he, so fine tuned
Thinner their silk-wove puff ball
A veil does feel to tear.
Soul, to which time, place, here, now
Exotically attuned.
Mooned and lanterned! As still
Midst what none scent too, can
Hangs, wilder hilled, woodbine for.
And not off these roadsides!
Strolled, smiled, sappiest besides!
With whom, in old Japan?
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