Though the night is gone,
Its dream still stirs.
It brought me to an island
Desolate and wild as
A shifting cloud.
I, neither the captain
Nor the night, watch a man
Under the damp mist.
I shrink into a maple,
Gradually withering in the dark,
Do I no longer look forward
To June?
One maple has already fallen into the sea
And I, submissive,
Am left unnamed and left out.
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