Outside them hums the changed Japan of telegraphs and newspapers and steamships; within dwell the all-reposing peace of nature and the dreams of the sixteenth century. |
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There is a charm of quaintness in the very air, a faint sense of something viewless and sweet all about one; perhaps the gentle haunting of dead ladies who looked like the ladies of the old picture-books, and who lived here when all this was new. |
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Even in the summer light - touching the gray strange shape of stone, thrilling through the foliage of long-loved trees - there is the tenderness of a phantom caress. These are the gardens of the past. |
The future will know them only as a dreams, creations of a forgotten art, whose charm no genius may reproduce. |
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an alcove and the half-moon window |
Negishi Iwai (1873-1933) |
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the picture drawn by Negishi Shouseki |