The Mikado’s Bow149
When the dawn is shining,
He takes it up and fondles it with pride;
When the day’s declining,
He lays it by his pillow’s side.
Hark to the twanging of the string!
This is the Bow of our great Lord and King!
Now to the morning chase they ride,
Now to the chase again at eventide:
Hark to the twanging of the string!
This is the Bow of our great Lord and King!
Hashibito.