`Father, farewell! Be not distressed,
And take my vow, ere I depart,
To found a Convent in my breast,
And keep a cloister in my heart.'
My father was a god before you came;
Now in another shrine I bow the knee,
E'en as my mother in her own love-dream
Did from her father turn to worship mine.
father gone -
i still see him strolling
in mother's eyes
...
As it
Were tissue of silver
I'll wear, O Fate, thy grey,
And go mistily radiant, clad
Like the moon.
No costly sacrifice nor offerings given
Can change the purpose of the powers of Heaven;
Whatever Fate ordains, danger or hurt,
Or death predestined, nothing can avert.
Poor Hal caught his death standing under a spout
Expecting till midnight when Nan would come out;
But fatal his patience, as cruel the dame,
And cursed was the weather that quench'd the man's flame.
Whoe'er thou art that reads these moral lines,
Make love at home, and go to bed betimes.
I heard Sound of spinning wheel
Mingled with sound of flowing water
Sight of wooden bridge,
flowerless trees in hazy spring
Where from the aroma the breeze brought so close ?
Ah, next neighbor is baking afternoon tea !
I took leave of you, old friend, at the
Yellow Crane Pavilion;
In the mist and bloom of March, you went
down to Yang-chou:
A lonely sail, distant shades, extinguished by blue--
There, at the horizon, where river meets sky.
One would be in less danger
From the wiles of a stranger
If one's own kin and kith
Were more fun to be with.
The generous and the brave, in common fame,
From time to time encounter praise or blame:
The vulgar pass unheeded; none escape
Scandal or insult in some form or shape.
Most fortunate are those, alive or dead,
Of whom the least is thought-the least is said.
