How lovely the day is—
The moon shines against my heart—
I love the sweetness of the sky.
The beautiful day comes every morning true.
Miss Ungerich’s Japanese Play
Eyes all blackened, lips made beautiful,
Lavender under, then red over for the costume,
Acted wonderfully with her hands fixed all the time,
Bare feet, then on to the floor,
She made a thing that was beautiful.