A Riotous Dance

The white elms by the east gate grow,

And clumps of oaks crown Yuen-K'ew's head;

There Tsze-chung's daughter oft we see,

Dancing about beneath the shade.

On a bright morning they have planned

To seek the plain that southward lies;

Then from her task of twisting hemp,

See! dancing through the mart she hies.

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