The Grave of the Maiden of Unáhi
I stand by the grave where they buried
The Maiden of Unáhi,
Whom of old the rival champions
Did woo so jealously.
The grave should hand down through ages
Her story for evermore,
That men yet unborn might love her,
And think on the days of yore.
And so beside the causeway
They piled up the bowlders high;
Nor e’er till the clouds that o’ershadow us
Shall vanish from the sky,
May the pilgrim along the causeway
Forget to turn aside,
And mourn o’er the grave of the Maiden;
And the village folk, beside,
Ne’er cease from their bitter weeping,
But cluster around her tomb;
And the ages repeat her story,
And bewail the Maiden’s doom.
Till at last e’en I stand gazing
On the grave where she now lies low,
And muse with unspeakable sadness
On the old days long ago.
Sakimaro.
[Note.—The existence of the Maiden of Unáhi is not doubted by any of the native authorities, and, as usual, the tomb is there (or said to be there, for the present writer’s search for it on the occasion of a somewhat hurried visit to that part of the country was vain) to attest the truth of the tradition. Ashinóya is the name of the village, and Unáhi of the district. The locality is in the province of Setsutsu, between the present treaty ports of Kobe and Osaka.]