Gleanings
How chilly the frozen lake
Of Haruna looks!
Yet it is not
The floor of a monastery.
The autumn wind is the autumn wind;
The moon is the moon;
But the sound of the waves
At the Naruto Straits
Is more than the sound of waves.
Like white satin
Dipped in a dye of blue,
So disappear the whitecaps
Of the Naruto Straits.
The moon shines white upon the sea,
And the hills of Awaji squat low
Along the Naruto Straits at midnight.
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