THE King of China's daughter So beautiful to see With her face like yellow water, left Her nutmeg tree. Her little rope for skipping She kissed and gave it me— Made of painted notes of singing-birds Among the fields of tea. I skipped across the nutmeg grove,— I skipped across the sea; But neither sun nor moon, my dear, Has yet caught me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY by ROBERT BURNS SONG TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND by THOMAS CAMPBELL EPITAPH ON A HARE by WILLIAM COWPER MONTEREY [SEPTEMBER 23, 1846] by CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN A MOTHER'S PICTURE by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN TO ONE WHO ASKED by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |