The Omen143
Yes! ’twas the hour when all my hopes
Seemed idle as the dews that shake
And tremble in their lotus-cups
By deep Tsurúgi’s lake—
’Twas then the omen said:—
“Fear not! he’ll come his own dear love to wed.”
What though my mother bids me flee
Thy fond embrace? No heed I take;
As pure, as deep my love for thee
As Kiyosúmi’s lake.
One thought fills all my heart:—
When wilt thou come no more again to part?
Anon.