Mr. Davis on the Poetry of the Chinese. 455 





" 0« a worthless Tree."* 

 " In what year wast thou planted, vile tree ! 



Thy lofty, bare trunk, is truly good for nothing: 



Thy blossoms fly aloft incessantly. 



Thy falling leaves there is no sweeping away : 



Thou hidest the sun during the winter months ; 



The shad)' side of thee is overrun with old moss : 



Alas, that I have not an axe in my hand 



To cut thee away, as thou well deservest !" 



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" Written at the Capital of the Island of Haenan." 

 " While here I travel, the Spring is drawing to a close. 

 The blossoms fly confusedly, and leave their branches ; 

 I am a floating cloud that returns not north, 

 I am a solitary wildfowl, bewildered in the south: 

 By the ocean's murmur, the rainy storm is approaching. 

 The loudness of the winds conceals the thunder's sound: 

 This Keiingndn is a land clean divided from my home. 

 Here I breathe my long sighs, all perplexed and irresolute/ 



* ' Hie et nefasto te posuit die,' &c. Horal. in Arborem, II. 13. 

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