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what's o'clock
XII
As a river-wind
Hurling clouds at a bright moon,
So am I to you.
Hurling clouds at a bright moon,
So am I to you.
XIII
Watching the iris,
The faint and fragile petals—
How am I worthy?
The faint and fragile petals—
How am I worthy?
XIV
Down a red river
I drift in a broken skiff.
Are you then so brave?
I drift in a broken skiff.
Are you then so brave?
XV
Night lies beside me
Chaste and cold as a sharp sword.
It and I alone.
Chaste and cold as a sharp sword.
It and I alone.
