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Evening with breezes that revive my memories;
Evening, my refuge where my sighing eyes hurry to meet with the
All the leaves and flowers drop their tired brows in Evening’s purple
Lo! Adams and Eves turn their footsteps toward their homes.
I alone wait for the Moon’s ascent, longing to see my own shadow—
My one wooer in the whole world.

                                                                        Yone Noguchi.

MLA citation:

Noguchi, Yone. “Evening.” The Green Sheaf, No. 12, 1904, p. 4. Green Sheaf Digital Edition, edited by Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, Yellow Nineties 2.0, Toronto Metropolitan University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2022.