I loved you once in old Japan.
III
Clear shines the hill; the rice-fields round
Two cranes are circling; sleepy and slow,
A blue canal, the lake’s blue bound,
Breaks at the bamboo bridge; and lo!
Touched with the sundown’s spirit and low,
I see you turn, with flirted fan,
Against the plum-tree’s bloomy snow—
I loved you once in old Japan!