I.
IN A SAMPAN.
(_Min River_, _Fo Kien_.)
Up in the misty morning,
Up past the gardened hills,
With the rhythmic stroke of the rowers,
While the blue deep pales and thrills!
Past the rice-fields green low-lying,
Where the sea-gull's winging down
From the fleets of junks and sampans
And the ancient Chinese Town!
II.
IN A CHAIR.
(_Foo-chow_.)
From the bright and blinding sunshine,
From the whirling locust's song,
Into the dark and narrow fissures
Of the streets I am borne along.
Here and there dusky-beaming
A sun-shaft broadens and drops
On the brown bare crowd slow-passing
The crowd of the open shops.
We move on over the bridges
With their straight-hewn blocks of stone.
And their quaint grey animal figures,
And the booths the hucksters own.
Behind a linen awning
Sits an ancient wight half-dead,
And a little dear of a girl is
Examining--his head.
On a bended bamboo shouldered,
Bearing a block of stone,
Two worn-out coolies half-naked
Utter their grunting groan.
Children, almond-eyed beauties,
Impossibly mangy curs,
Take part in the motley stream of
Insouciant passengers.
This is the dream, the vision
That comes to me and greets--
_The vision of Retribution_
_In the labyrinthine streets_!
III.
"CASTE."
These Chinese toil and yet they do not starve,
And they obey, and yet they are not slaves.
It is the "free-born" fuddled Englishmen
That grovel rotting in their living graves.
These Chinese do not fawn with servile lips;
They lift up equal eyes that ask and scan.
Their degradation has escaped at least
That choicest curse of all--the gentleman!
IV.
OVER THE SAMOVAR. {69a}
(_Foo-chow_.)
"Yes, I used always to think
That you Russians knew
How to make the good drink
As none others do.
"And I thought moreover,
(Not with the epicures),
You might search the world over
For such women as yours.
"In both these matters now
I perceive I was right,
And I really can't tell you how
Much I delight
"In my third (Thanks, another cup!)
Idea of the fun,
When your country gets up
And follows the sun!
"And just as in Europe, see,
There's a conqueror nation,
So why not in Asia be
A like jubilation?
"Taught as well as organized, {69b}
The eternal Coolie,
From being robbed and despised,
Takes to cutting throats duly!
"But--please, don't be flurried;
For I daresay by then
You'll be comfortably buried,
Ladies and gentlemen!
"No more, thanks! I must be going!
I'm so glad to have made this
Opportunity of knowing
Some more Russian ladies!"