Classic Poem

" Hid! Hid! " the fish-hawk saith,
by isle in Ho the fish-hawk saith:
" Dark and clear,
Dark and clear,
So shall be the prince's fere. "

Clear as the stream her modesty;
As neath dark boughs her secrecy,
reed against reed
tall on slight
as the stream moves left and right,
dark and clear,
dark and clear

To seek and not find
as a dream in his mind,
think how her robe should be,
distantly, to toss and turn,
to toss and turn.

High reed caught in ts'ai grass
so deep her secrecy;
lute sound in lute sound is caught,
touching, passing, left and right
Bang the gong of her delight.