THERE-S a joy without canker or cark,
There -s a pleasure eternally new,
-T is to gloat on the glaze and the mark
Of china that -s ancient and blue;
Unchipp-d, all the centuries through
It has pass-d, since the chime of it rang,
And they fashion-d it, figure and hue,
In the reign of the Emperor Hwang.
These dragons (their tails, you remark,
Into bunches of gillyflowers grew),-
When Noah came out of the ark,
Did these lie in wait for his crew?
They snorted, they snapp-d, and they slew,
They were mighty of fin and of fang,
And their portraits Celestials drew
In the reign of the Emperor Hwang.
Here -s a pot with a cot in a park,
In a park where the peach-blossoms blew,
Where the lovers eloped in the dark,
Lived, died, and were changed into two
Bright birds that eternally flew
Through the boughs of the may, as they sang;
-T is a tale was undoubtedly true
In the reign of the Emperor Hwang.
ENVOY
Come, snarl at my ecstasies, do,
Kind critic; your -tongue has a tang,â?
But-a sage never heeded a shrew
In the reign of the Emperor Hwang.
Ballades Iii - Of Blue China
Andrew Lang
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