CHORUS.

“I am old: I have forgotten—things unforgettable!
My thoughts are tangled: I am ashamed.
But little longer shall this world,
This sorrowful world torment me.
The end is near: go to your home;
Pray for my soul departed, child, candle to my darkness,
Bridge to salvation!

(He rises to his feet groping with his stick, comes to the GIRL, and gently pushes her before him towards the wing.)

“I stay,” he said; and she “I go.”
The sound of this word
Was all he kept of her,
Nor passed between them
Remembrance other.

HACHI NO KI

By SEAMI

PERSONS

PRIEST.