The Kéen He

With mind indifferent, things I easy take.
In every dance I prompt appearance make :—
Then, when the sun is at his topmost height ;
There, in the place that courts the public sight.

With figure large I in the court-yard dance,
And the duke smiles, when he beholds me prance.
A tiger’s strength I have ; the steeds swift bound ;
The reins as ribbons in my hands are found.

See how I hold the flute in my left hand ;
In right the pheasant’s plume, waved like a wand;
With visage red, where rouge you think to trace,
While the duke pleased, sends down the cup of grace !

Hazels on hills; the ling in meadow damp ;—
Each has its place, while I’m a slighted scamp.
My thoughts go back to th’ early days of Chow,
And muse upon its chiefs, not equalled now.
O noble chiefs, who then the west adorned,
Would ye have thus neglected me and scorned ?