Happy in Haou

Fishes are there, by the score, I trow, Their large heads sleepily showing; The King is here, in the city of Haou, At ease while the wine-cup's flowing. Fishes are there in the weeds enow, Their long tails lazily swaying; The King is here, in the city of Haou, Drinking, dreaming, delaying. The fish lie under the willow bough That leans and shadows the rushes; The King is here, in the city of Haou, At peace, and the wine-cup blushes.