with such silent steps
That I had taken her to be a dream
and I offered her no seat.
When she went away, on hearing the door
opening,
I ran to bring her back.
By that time she was a dream without body
Mingling with the night,
Her distant flame
was a mirage all red.
[ shanai, "The Oboe", 1940]
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