Sublime

But a spirit had been with them from the first which fenced, with a hundred quaint customs and legal fictions, the way of a man who wished to walk nameless and alone.

“My heart is on fire; but my eyes are as cold as ashes.”

For you, beloved I walk the fields in springtime Picking wild greens As snowflakes fall and fall on The sleeves of my kimono Emperor Koko (830–87), from the Hyakunin Isshu

pertness;