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The sun I worship, Not for the light, but for the shadows of the trees he draws : O shadows welcome like an angel's bower, Where I build Summer-day dreams !
Not for her love, but for the love's memory, The woman I adore : Love may die, but not the memory eternally green— The well where I drink Spring ecstasy.
To a bird's song I listen, Not for the voice, but for the silence following after the song : O Silence fresh from the bosom of voice ! — Melody from the Death-Land whither my face does ever turn!
Yone Noguchi