The Young Folks' Holiday

Now under the East-gate elms,
Now under Yun-hill's oak-trees,
The maid of the clan Tse-chung
Romps idly about at ease.

The day that was fixed is fine,
To the South Moor all repair;
"No plaiting of hemp to-day,
But frolicking at the fair."

The day for the trip is fine,
And there with the crowd goes she.
"I see thee — my blushing rose,
With a pepper-spray for me!"