A BEAUTIFUL place is the town of Lo-yang: The big streets are full of spring light. The lads go driving out with harps in their hands: The mulberry girls go out to the fields with their baskets. Golden whips glint at the horses' flanks, Gauze sleeves brush the green boughs. Racing dawn, the carriages come home, -- And the girls with their high baskets full of fruit. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF A HEATHEN by RICHARD WATSON GILDER TO JOHN DONNE (2) by BEN JONSON TO ONE IN PARADISE by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE YOUNG CARPENTER by AL-RUSAFI I HAVE SEEN by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS FRAGMENT OF AN 'ANTIGONE' by MATTHEW ARNOLD TESTAMENT FOR MY STUDENTS, 1968 - 1969 by KAY BOYLE |