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Mystic spring of vapor: Opiate odor of colors: Alas—I’m not all of me! Wanton fragrances, dewy, dim, Curl out from my drowsy soul; Wrapping mists about its breast. I dwell alone, Like one-eyed star, In frightened, darksome, willow threads. In world of moan, My soul is stagnant dawn— Dawn; alas, dawn my soul is! Ah, dawn—close fringed curtain Of night is stealing up:—God— Demon—Light— Darkness—oh! Desert of No More I want;— World of silence, bodiless sadness tenanted; Stillness. Yone Noguchi.
