The Forest Lover

Këen-Kwan the axles cried, As I drove to claim my bride. Hunger for her beauty presses, I am parched for her caresses; Though we lack good company, We shall revel—I and she. Dense the forest in the plain, Where the long-tailed pheasants reign; Happy is the house that owns her, Where a lover's choice enthrones her. Pledge me while I praise you, dear! Love shall ever need you near. Though I have but little wine, Love makes little cups divine. Though but one poor meal await us, Simple fare shall amply sate us; Though small worth is mine to bring, Gaily we will dance and sing. Yon tall ridges I ascend And the stubborn firewood rend. When the riven oaks are ringing All my thoughts fly homeward winging; Though their green abysses hide, My whole heart is satisfied. p. 54 [paragraph continues] Yon dim mountains disappear, On the road the course is clear. Gathering hooves go loudly drumming, Reins like lute-strings join their thrumming; Till beside the open door, She is in my arms once more.