'Let a man who is in the world tell the fact.'
It is for you, traveller,
To say how much is illusion.

WAKI
Let it be a dream, or a vision,
Or what you will, I care not.
Only show me the old times over-past and snowed under--
Now, soon, while the night lasts.

SHITE
Look then, the old times are shown,
Faint as the shadow-flower shows in the grass that bears it;
And you've but a moon for lanthorn.

TSURE
The woman has gone into the cave.
She sets up her loom there
For the weaving of Hosonuno,
Thin as the heart of Autumn.

SHITE
The suitor for his part, holding his charm-sticks,
Knocks on a gate which was barred.

TSURE
In old time he got back no answer,
No secret sound at all
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