" Then again she wept aloud,– so bitterly that the voice of her crying pierced into the marrow of the listener’s bones; – and she sobbed out the words of this poem:– Hi kurureba Sasoeshi mono wo – Akanuma no Makomo no kure no Hitori-ne zo uki! (“At the coming of twilight I invited him to return with me –! Now to sleep alone in the shadow of the rushes of Akanuma – ah! what misery unspeakable!”) "

― Lafcadio Hearn , Kwaidan: Stories and Studies of Strange Things