{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/boo/boo22.htm","path":"cfu/boo/boo22.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/boo/boo22.htm","text":"The Book of Odes, by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1908]\nWith taper rod of tall bamboo\n You angle in the K\u2019e,\n Do I not go by dream to you\n Who cannot come to me?\nTo left the Ts\u2019euen waters roam,\n The K\u2019e flows on to right,\n Ah! never gleams the newer home\n Like that lost home to sight.\nLeftward the Ts\u2019euen stream beguiles,\n And rightward calls the K\u2019e,\n Return, O light of happy smiles\n And girdle-gems, to me!\nThe oars of cedar rise and fall\n From boats of yellow pine,\n Would I might roam the banks where all\n The ghosts of girlhood shine!","title":"The Book of Odes: A Wife's Memories","type":"page"}