A Farewell.

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To J.M.

Sayonara! to the cherry-blossoms fading
With the fading romance of their skies,
To the pools where the storks wander wading,
To the idyl of beauty that flies:
For the dream of Japan in her dies
With the sorrow of a soul lost in trading—
And an echo of far cannonading
From sad Fusiyama replies,
Sayonara!

Methought, at her merry masquerading
The mousme stood in surprise,
And she wrung little hands of upbraiding
And sobbed with the wildest of cries:
—Ah, she knows the grief of good-byes,
Sayonara!

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