Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Edmund Vale . Play on then till bats are dipping, Till the shades of night come tripping And your souls in dark are hidden , Sweet Kodomo and Nésan, For a darker shade approaching From the Westward is encroaching , Pressing onward unforbidden Round the shores of Old Japan . And while temple gongs are booming , By Pagodas dimly looming And by many an ancient Tori And by paper lanterns wan , Progress comes with fingers stealing Without mercy , without feeling , Waiting but to grip your story , Then he'll close it, Old Japan . * THE WINDMILL . " COME to where the wind is sighing, Where the bats are thickly Aying , Where the red lights lie a- dying , And the evening droops its shroud 199