THE DEAD SINGER IN KIOTO
X* We watched. Up the twisted ribbon to the hill they took him:. J So great a silence for a child. A drop of dew is taken from a white rose-petal .' By the thirsty sun. 11. How the rain drips from the rotting cave ■ And with a silver word Startles Elie goldfish to a sudden turn In the green-black pond : This is my song to-day. 111. For the emperor a box of gold And the deepest chiselling of ivory. For me the brown roots and the ragged green And the lightest foam of the cherry tree: —George O'Neil. From "Ten Scnes."
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Evening Post, Volume CVI, Issue 108, 3 November 1923, Page 17
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106THE DEAD SINGER IN KIOTO Evening Post, Volume CVI, Issue 108, 3 November 1923, Page 17
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