Alfred Noyes
Nippon (1918)
Last night, I dreamed of Nippon . . .
I saw a cloud
of white
Drifting before the sunset
On seas of opal
light.
Beyond the wide Pacific
I saw its mounded
snow
Miraculously changing
In that deep
evening glow,
To rosy rifts and hillocks,
To orchards that
I knew,
The snows or peach and cherry,
And feathers
of bamboo.
I saw, on twisted bridges,
In blue and crimson
gleams,
The lanterns of the fishers,
Along the brook
of dreams.
I saw the wreathes of incense
Like little ghosts
arise,
From temples under Fuji,
From Fuji to
the skies.
I saw that fairy mountain. . . .
I watched it
form and fade.
No doubt the gods were smiling,
When Nippon isle
was made.
See notes about Noyes at
Old Japan and CA2 in the Bibliography.
‘Nippon’ appeared in The New Morning (1918).
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