The Sih Sang

Where lies the ground both wet and low,
The mulberry trees in beauty grow ;—
’Tis sweet to see their clust’ring leaves.
Such pleasure in my bosom heaves,
When I the princely men descry ;—
To tell the joy ’twere vain to try.

Where lies the ground both wet and low,
The mulberry trees in beauty grow ;—
’Tis sweet to see their glossy leaves.
Such pleasure in my bosom heaves,
When I the princely men behold ;—
Then does my heart its joy unfold.

Where lies the ground both wet and low,
The mulberry trees in beauty grow ;—
’Tis sweet to see their dark green leaves.
Such pleasure in my bosom heaves,
When lights upon those men my eye ;—
At their grand fame my heart throbs high.

I cherish those men in my heart.—
Might not my words my love impart ?
No ;—if the words were once but spoken,
The charm of love might then be broken.
The men shall dwell within my heart,
Nor thence with lapse of time depart.