A BEAUTIFUL place is the town of Lo-yang: The big streets are full of spring light. The lads go driving out with harps in their hands: The mulberry girls go out to the fields with their baskets. Golden whips glint at the horses' flanks, Gauze sleeves brush the green boughs. Racing dawn, the carriages come home, -- And the girls with their high baskets full of fruit. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHILD ALONE: 6. BLOCK CITY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON WINTER MEMORIES by HENRY DAVID THOREAU THE TELLTALE by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN THREE STEPS by KATHARINE LEE BATES ASPIRATIONS: 3 by MATHILDE BLIND MY ENEMY by ALICE WILLIAMS BROTHERTON THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: ON MY TWENTY-FOURTH YEAR by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |