By the rippling blue lagoon, Where the tall pagodas rise, Crimson-winged, against the skies, Beneath the magic of the moon, Goes Lu San, the fair Lu San (I, her lowly gardener, Chan). Where the scented lilies sway, And the flowering almond grows; Where the tall magnolia throws Petals down like silver spray, Goes Lu San, my fair Lu San (I, her hapless lover, Chan). | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIGHTS OF NEW YORK by SARA TEASDALE THE FLAMING HEART by RICHARD CRASHAW THE OLD FLUTE by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 13. CUPID IS A WARRIOR by PHILIP AYRES WHY DID YOU DEPART AT DUSK? by CLARISSA M. BAILEY SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 7. THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ANDRE by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES |