. Chinese lyrics. an these. I would not play a tuneUpon the sheng or lute,Which did not also singMeanings that else were mute. That art is best which givesTo the souls range no bound ;Something beside the form,Something beyond the sound. [ 23 1 The Pailou T^ITH phoenixes and tigers And dragons crooked files,Faience and wood and marbleQuaint wrought in curious styles,The three-arched gate—a triptychThat frames the stretching miles—Still stands a glazed gloryOf multi-colored tiles. The wind blows through the pailou Like the sound of myriad feet, And in the ancient thujas The rustling branches me
. Chinese lyrics. an these. I would not play a tuneUpon the sheng or lute,Which did not also singMeanings that else were mute. That art is best which givesTo the souls range no bound ;Something beside the form,Something beyond the sound. [ 23 1 The Pailou T^ITH phoenixes and tigers And dragons crooked files,Faience and wood and marbleQuaint wrought in curious styles,The three-arched gate—a triptychThat frames the stretching miles—Still stands a glazed gloryOf multi-colored tiles. The wind blows through the pailou Like the sound of myriad feet, And in the ancient thujas The rustling branches meet As if a myriad voices Were murmuring in the street, The voices of the old time Ere time had grown so fleet. The pailou stands there lonelySlow falling to decay,But where are the red-maned camelsThat knew the desert way,The tilted carts and throngs in bright array ?Where are the silk-clad maidens,O Gate of Yesterday!? [ 24 ] ^^^^4 ^ ft*f^ y$H^-<tx :- ^^ \ ^^ -*^ - ^?.U 2^ ??- ^ -,• S *. 110 n KioHEssE Oblige The Master said, There is Hwuy ! He has nearlyattained to perfect virtue. He is often in want. — Confucian Analects. QNCE he had riches,Now he has none ;Where is one happierUnder the sun ? Garments and housingAnd fire he brought;He fed the hungry,The ignorant taught. He raised up the children,Their bodies remade,And wrought that their soulsShould soar unafraid. Hence said the Master, This man has indeedNearly reached virtue,Hes often in need. t 25 ] Ghost Foxes rpHERE is a pack of foxesOut in the wintry wood,Snow-white and still and it for ill or good ? White trees, white earth and whiterBeneath the deodars,There stand the still white foxesAnd stare at the white stars ! [ 26 The Tiger JN THE fastnesses of earth He has his lair, he has his birth,And goes upon his raging course, Master of elemental force. He but changes his known form To ride upon the wings of storm, And whelm the fields and towns with flood; He paints the battle-plain with
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