THE King of China's daughter So beautiful to see With her face like yellow water, left Her nutmeg tree. Her little rope for skipping She kissed and gave it me— Made of painted notes of singing-birds Among the fields of tea. I skipped across the nutmeg grove,— I skipped across the sea; But neither sun nor moon, my dear, Has yet caught me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POMONA by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) LAVENDER'S BLUE (1) by MOTHER GOOSE THE VISION OF SIN by ALFRED TENNYSON THE CONTINUOUS PERFORMANCE by BERTON BRALEY LOVE'S SECRET SPRINGS by ALICE CARY RHEIMS CATHEDRAL - 1914 by GRACE HAZARD CONKLING UPON A VENERABLE RIVAL by WILLIAM COWPER |