They were white. O what a heavenly whiteness!
The billows sang a grand slow song in blessing of the sun, sparkling their ivory teeth.
The voyage isn’t bad, is it?
I planted myself on the open deck, facing Japan.
I am a mountain-worshipper.
Alas! I could not see that imperial dome of snow, Mount Fuji.
One dozen fairies—two dozen—roved down from the sky to the ocean.
I dreamed.
I was so very happy.