Then "when she stops and out she springs
to stand with downcast eyes, You think she is some angel
just now banished from the sh'es."
Better known as a statesman than as a poet is YEH SHIH (1150-1223). The following "stop-short," how- ever, referring to the entrance-gate to a beautiful park, is ranked among the best of its kind :
"'Tis closed! lest trampling footsteps mar
the glory of the green. Time after time we knock and knock;
no janitor is seen. Yet bolts and bars can't quite shut in
the spring- time* s beauteous pall : A fink-flowered almond-spray peeps out
athwart the envious wall! "
Of KAO CHU-NIEN nothing seems to be known. His poem on the annual spring worship at the tombs of ancestors is to be found in all collections :
" The northern and the southern hills
are one large burying-ground, And all is life and bustle there
when the sacred day comes round. Burnt paper cash, like butterflies,
fly fluttering far and wide, While mourners 1 robes with tears of blood
a crimson hue are dyed. The sun sets, and the red fox crouches
down beside the tomb; Night comes, and youths and maidens laugh
where lamps light up the gloom. Let him whose fortune brings him wine,
get tipsy while he may, For no man, when the long night coma %
can take one drop away I"
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