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"The Book of Odes", by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1908],

p. 53

"The Forest Lover\"

Ken-Kwan the axles cried,

As I drove to claim my bride.

Hunger for her beauty presses,

I am parched for her caresses;

Though we lack good company,

We shall revel--I and she.

Dense the forest in the plain,

Where the long-tailed pheasants reign;

Happy is the house that owns her,

Where a lover's choice enthrones her.

Pledge me while I praise you, dear!

Love shall ever need you near.

Though I have but little wine,

Love makes little cups divine.

Though but one poor meal await us,

Simple fare shall amply sate us;

Though small worth is mine to bring,

Gaily we will dance and sing.

Yon tall ridges I ascend

And the stubborn firewood rend.

When the riven oaks are ringing

All my thoughts fly homeward winging;

Though their green abysses hide,

My whole heart is satisfied.

p. 54

[paragraph continues] Yon dim mountains disappear,

On the road the course is clear.

Gathering hooves go loudly drumming,

Reins like lute-strings join their thrumming;

Till beside the open door,

She is in my arms once more.