{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/boo/boo38.htm","path":"cfu/boo/boo38.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/boo/boo38.htm","text":"The Book of Odes, by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1908]\nK\u00eben-Kwan the axles cried,\n As I drove to claim my bride.\n Hunger for her beauty presses,\n I am parched for her caresses;\n Though we lack good company,\n We shall revel\u2014I and she.\nDense the forest in the plain,\n Where the long-tailed pheasants reign;\n Happy is the house that owns her,\n Where a lover's choice enthrones her.\n Pledge me while I praise you, dear!\n Love shall ever need you near.\nThough I have but little wine,\n Love makes little cups divine.\n Though but one poor meal await us,\n Simple fare shall amply sate us;\n Though small worth is mine to bring,\n Gaily we will dance and sing.\nYon tall ridges I ascend\n And the stubborn firewood rend.\n When the riven oaks are ringing\n All my thoughts fly homeward winging;\n Though their green abysses hide,\n My whole heart is satisfied.\n[paragraph continues] Yon dim mountains disappear,\n On the road the course is clear.\n Gathering hooves go loudly drumming,\n Reins like lute-strings join their thrumming;\n Till beside the open door,\n She is in my arms once more.","title":"The Book of Odes: The Forest Lover","type":"page"}