IN a narrow road where there was not room to pass My carriage met the carriage of a young man. And while his axle was touching my axle In the narrow road I asked him where he lived. "The place where I live is easy enough to find, Easy to find and difficult to forget. The gates of my house are built of yellow gold, The hall of my house is paved with white jade, On the hall table flagons of wine are set, I had summoned to serve me dancers of Han-tan. In the midst of a courtyard grows a cassia-tree, -- And candles on its branches flaring away in the night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LATE SINGER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS TRULY GREAT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES TRANSFORMATIONS by THOMAS HARDY GRENADIER by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 16. A FAREWELL by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE STANZAS TO WILLIAM ROSCOE, ESQ. by BERNARD BARTON THE TROUBADOUR by HORTENSE DE BEAUHARNAIS A CONCLUSORIE HUMNE TO THE SAME WEEK; & FOR MY FRIEND by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |