Fiddler's Farewell/King's Garden
King's Garden
Who was the royal Ming
That bade his tinkling musicians play
All through a wide and windy day
Of spring
To the royal flowers?
That bade his tinkling musicians play
All through a wide and windy day
Of spring
To the royal flowers?
—Bliss
Of tall iris,
Discreet applause
Of cherry and almond boughs
Along the ledges
Of sun-lacquered hours;
Pursed lily-pods
Out-lipping one by one,
And sudden hush
Amid the lush
Green sedges!—
Of tall iris,
Discreet applause
Of cherry and almond boughs
Along the ledges
Of sun-lacquered hours;
Pursed lily-pods
Out-lipping one by one,
And sudden hush
Amid the lush
Green sedges!—
There walked the king
Beneath the quivering
Leaves,
The weary players bidden
Play on and on,
With slight, imperial nods;
And in his satin sleeves
His hands, omniscient, hidden,
As are the hands of gods.
Beneath the quivering
Leaves,
The weary players bidden
Play on and on,
With slight, imperial nods;
And in his satin sleeves
His hands, omniscient, hidden,
As are the hands of gods.