ELEGIES
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ON THE DEATH OF THE MIKADO TENJI[144]
By One of His Ladies
Alas! poor mortal maid! unfit to hold High converse with the glorious gods above,[145] Each morn that breaks still finds me unconsoled, Each hour still hears me sighing for thy love. Wert thou a precious stone, I'd clasp thee tight Around mine arm; wert thou a silken dress I'd ne'er discard thee, either day or night:— Last night, sweet love! I dreamt I saw thy face.