Yung-Yang

I was a child in Yung-yang,

A little child I waved farewell.

After long years again I dwell

In world-forgotten Yung-yang.

Yet I recall my play-time,

And in my dreams I see

The little ghosts of May-time

Waving farewell to me.

My father's house in Yung-yang

Has fallen upon evil days.

No kinsmen o'er the crooked ways

Hail me as once in Yung-yang.

No longer stands the old Moot-hall,

Gone is the market from the town;

The very hills have tumbled down

And stoned the valleys in their fall.

Only the waters of the Ch'in and Wei

Roll green and changeless as in days gone by.

Yet I recall my play-time,

And in my dreams I see

The little ghosts of May-time

Waving farewell to me.