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I dreamed I was in fair Niphon	A
Amid tea fields I journeyed on	A
Reclined in my jinrikishaw	B
Across the rolling plains I saw	C
The lordly Fusi yama rise	D
His blue cone lost in bluer skies	D
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At last I bade my bearers stop	E
Before what seemed a china shop	E
I roused myself and entered in	A
A fearful joy like some sweet sin	A
Pierced through my bosom as I gazed	F
Entranced transported and amazed	F
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For all the house was but one room	G
And in its clear and grateful gloom	G
Filled with all odors strange and strong	H
That to the wondrous East belong	H
I saw above around below	I
A sight to make the warm heart glow	I
And leave the eager soul no lack	J
An endless wealth of bric a brac	J
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I saw bronze statues old and rare	K
Fashioned by no mere mortal skill	L
With robes that fluttered in the air	K
Blown out by Art's eternal will	L
And delicate ivory netsukes	D
Richer in tone than Cheddar cheese	D
Of saints and hermits cats and dogs	D
Grim warriors and ecstatic frogs	D
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And here and there those wondrous masks	D
More living flesh than sandal wood	M
Where the full soul in pleasure basks	D
And dreams of love the only good	M
The walls were all with pictures hung	N
Gay villas bright in rain washed air	K
Trees to whose boughs brown monkeys clung	N
Outlineless dabs of fuzzy hair	K
And all about the opulent shelves	D
Littered with porcelain beyond price	D
Imari pots arrayed themselves	D
Beside Ming dishes grain of rice	D
Vied with the Royal Satsuma	G
Proud of its sallow ivory beam	G
And Kaga's Thousand Hermits lay	O
Tranced in some punch bowl's golden gleam	G
Over bronze censers black with age	P
The five clawed dragons strife engage	P
A curled and insolent Dog of Foo	Q
Sniffs at the smoke aspiring through	Q
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In what old days in what far lands	D
What busy brains what cunning hands	D
With what quaint speech what alien thought	R
Strange fellow men these marvels wrought	R
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As thus I mused I was aware	K
There grew before my eager eyes	D
A little maid too bright and fair	K
Too strangely lovely for surprise	D
It seemed the beauty of the place	D
Had suddenly become concrete	S
So full was she of Orient grace	D
From her slant eyes and burnished face	D
Down to her little gold bronze feet	S
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She was a girl of old Japan	A
Her small hand held a gilded fan	A
Which scattered fragrance through the room	G
Her cheek was rich with pallid bloom	G
Her eye was dark with languid fire	T
Her red lips breathed a vague desire	T
Her teeth of pearl inviolate	U
Sweetly proclaimed her maiden state	V
Her garb was stiff with broidered gold	W
Twined with mysterious fold on fold	W
That gave no hint where hidden well	X
Her dainty form might warmly dwell	X
A pearl within too large a shell	X
So quaint so short so lissome she	B
It seemed as if it well might be	B
Some jocose god with sportive whirl	Y
Had taken up a long lithe girl	Y
And tied a graceful knot in her	T
I tried to speak and found oh bliss	D
I needed no interpreter	T
I knew the Japanese for kiss	D
I had no other thought but this	D
And she with smile and blush divine	A
Kind to my stammering prayer did seem	G
My thought was hers and hers was mine	A
In the swift logic of my dream	G
My arms clung round her slender waist	Z
Through gold and silk the form I traced	Z
And glad as rain that follows drouth	A2
I kissed and kissed her bright red mouth	A2
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What ailed the girl No loving sigh	B2
Heaved the round bosom in her eye	B2
Trembled no tear from her dear throat	C2
Bubbled a sweet and silvery note	C2
Of girlish laughter shrill and clear	D2
That all the statues seemed to hear	E2
The bronzes tinkled laughter fine	A
I heard a chuckle argentine	A
Ring from the silver images	D
Even the ivory netsukes	D
Uttered in every silent pause	D
Dry bony laughs from tiny jaws	D
The painted monkeys on the wall	F2
Waked up with chatter impudent	C2
Pottery porcelain bronze and all	F2
Broke out in ghostly merriment	C2
Faint as rain pattering on dry leaves	D
Or cricket's chirp on summer eves	D
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And suddenly upon my sight	C2
There grew a portent left and right	C2
On every side as if the air	K
Had taken substance then and there	K
In every sort of form and face	D
A throng of tourists filled the place	D
I saw a Frenchman's sneering shrug	G2
A German countess in one hand	C2
A sky blue string which held a pug	G2
With the other a fiery face she fanned	C2
A Yankee with a soft felt hat	C2
A Coptic priest from Ararat	C2
An English girl with cheeks of rose	D
A Nihilist with Socratic nose	D
Paddy from Cork with baggage light	C2
And pockets stuffed with dynamite	C2
A haughty Southern Readjuster	K
Wrapped in his pride and linen duster	K
Two noisy New York stock brokers	D
And twenty British globe trotters	D
To my disgust and vast surprise	D
They turned on me lack lustre eyes	D
And each with dropped and wagging jaw	C
Burst out into a wild guffaw	C
They laughed with huge mouths opened wide	C2
They roared till each one held his side	C2
They screamed and writhed with brutal glee	B
With fingers rudely stretched to me	B
Till lo at once the laughter died	C2
The tourists faded into air	K
None but my fair maid lingered there	K
Who stood demurely by my side	C2
Who were your friends I asked the maid	C2
Taking a tea cup from its shelf	H2
This audience is disclosed she said	C2
Whenever a man makes a fool of himself	H2

John Hay

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