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King's Garden

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

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