A Wife's Memories

With taper rod of tall bamboo You angle in the K’e, Do I not go by dream to you Who cannot come to me? To left the Ts’euen waters roam, The K’e flows on to right, Ah! never gleams the newer home Like that lost home to sight. Leftward the Ts’euen stream beguiles, And rightward calls the K’e, Return, O light of happy smiles And girdle-gems, to me! The oars of cedar rise and fall From boats of yellow pine, Would I might roam the banks where all The ghosts of girlhood shine!