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Lee, Chinglun Frank W. , Leaves from Chinese History in Verse: Book 1
• Lee, Chinglun Frank W.
  Leaves from Chinese History in Verse: Book 1
  Self, Edwards Bros., Ann Arbor, Michigan, 1952, Wraps, , , Fair
  
  

  87 pp. Wraps chipped, front wrap detached, else good. Poems about the rulers of China from legendary rulers and Hwangti through Chou, Ts'in, and Han dynasties. Dates and Chinese ideographs are given for each poem and dynasty. It is not clear whether these are translations of classical works or original poems. Contents: Legendary rulers; Hwangti, the Yellow Emperor; Yao and Shun; The Hsia Dynasty; The Shang Dynasty; Transfer of the Capital to Yin; The Chou Dynasty; The Eastern Chou Dynasty; Philosophers and Sages; Laws and Customs; The Ts'in Dynasty; The Early Han Dynasty; The Usurpation of Wang Mang; The Eastern (Later) Han Dynasty; and Summary of the Han Dynasty.

  
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SNOW

Lo, what wonders the day hath brought,
Born of the soft and slumbrous snow!
Gradual, silent, slowly wrought;
Even as an artist, thought by thought,
Writes expression on lip and brow.

Hanging garlands the eaves o'erbrim,
Deep drifts smother the paths below;
The elms are shrouded, trunk and limb,
And all the air is dizzy and dim
With a whirl of dancing, dazzling snow.

Dimly out of the baffled sight
Houses and church-spires stretch away;
The trees, all spectral and still and white,
Stand up like ghosts in the failing light,
And fade and faint with the blinded day.

Down from the roofs in gusts are hurled
The eddying drifts to the waste below;
And still is the banner of storm unfurled,
Till all the drowned and desolate world
Lies dumb and white in a trance of snow.

Slowly the shadows gather and fall,
Still the whispering snow-flakes beat;
Night and darkness are over all:
Rest, pale city, beneath their pall!
Sleep, white world, in thy winding-sheet!

Clouds may thicken, and storm-winds breathe:
On my wall is a glimpse of Rome, -
Land of my longing! - and underneath
Swings and trembles my olive-wreath;
Peace and I are at home, at home!