Celius Dougherty — The Ke

The K'e still ripples to its banks The moorfowl cry My hair was gathered in a knot And you came by Selling of silks you were A lad not of our kin; You passed at sunset on the road From far-off Ts'in The frogs were croaking in the dusk; The grass was wet We talked together, and I laughed; I hear it yet I thought that I would be your wife; I had your word And so I took the road with you And cross the ford I do not know when first it was Your eyes looked cold But all this was three years ago And I am old