Dai Butsu. {70}
He sits. Upon the kingly head doth rest The round-balled wimple, and the heavy rings Touch on the shoulders where the shadow clings. The downward garment shows the ambiguous breast; The face - that face one scarce can look on lest One learn the secret of unspeakable things; But the dread gaze descends with shudderings, To the veiled couched knees, the hands and thumbs close-pressed. O lidded, downcast eyes that bear the weight Of all our woes and terrible wrong's increase: Proud nostrils, lips proud-perfecter than these, With what a soul within you do you wait! Disdain and pity, love late-born of hate, Passion eternal, patience, pain and peace!
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"He sits. Upon the kingly head doth rest..."
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