EVENING
Reading edition
From the loud wave-washed shore Wend I my way, Hast'ning o'er many a flow'r, At close of day— On past Kusaka's crest, Onward to thee, Sweet as the loveliest Flower of the lea!
Anon.
[Note.—A note to the original says: "The name of the composer of the above song was not given because he was of obscure rank," a reason which will sound strange to European ears.]