Who was the royal Ming That bade his tinkling musicians play All through a wide and windy day Of spring To the royal flowers? -- Bliss Of tall iris, Discreet applause Of cherry and almond boughs Along the ledges Of sun-lacquered hours; Pursed lily-pods Out-lipping one by one, And sudden hush Amid the lush Green sedges! -- There walked the king Beneath the quivering Leaves, The weary players bidden Play on and on, With slight, imperial nods; And in his satin sleeves His hands, omniscient, hidden, As are the hands of gods. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WISDOM COMETH WITH THE YEARS by COUNTEE CULLEN ON BRODSKY'S COLLECTED by MICHAEL S. HARPER REPULSE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON JONES'S PRIVATE ARGYMENT by SIDNEY LANIER AT THE ZOO IN SPAIN by CLARENCE MAJOR |