MOUNT MIKASH
Reading edition
Oft in the misty spring The vapors roll o'er Mount Mikash's crest, While, pausing not to rest, The birds each morn with plaintive note do sing. Like to the mists of spring My heart is rent; for, like the song of birds, Still all unanswered ring The tender accents of my passionate words. I call her ev'ry day Till daylight fades away; I call her ev'ry night Till dawn restores the light;— But my fond prayers are all too weak to bring My darling back to sight.
Akahito.