LITTLE maid upon my fan Did you come from far Japan? What a tiny oval face! Do you like this other place? Do you miss the cherry trees Where you knew the little breeze, Where you heard the cuckoo sing In the spring? Then you crossed your lattice floor, Flung aside your paper door, Joined the other maids at play, Far away. Now you live upon my fan, Little maid of far Japan, Still, you have a merry face— Do you like this other place? |