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FOR PUBLIC DOMAIN ETEXTS*Ver.04.29.93*END* + + + + + +The Song Book of Quong Lee + +by Thomas Burke + + + + +Buying and Selling + +Throughout the day I sit behind the counter of my shop +And the odours of my country are all about me-- +Areca nut, and betel leaf, and manioc, +Lychee and suey sen, +Li-un and dried seaweed, +Tchah and sam-shu; +And these carry my mind to half-forgotten days +When tales were plentiful and care was hard to hold. + +All day I sell for trifling sums the wares of my own land, +And buy for many cash such things as people wish to sell, +That I may sell them again to others, +With some profit to myself. + +One night a white-skinned damsel came to me +And offered, with fair words, something she wished to sell. + +Now if I desire a jacket I can buy it with coin, +Or barter for it something of my stock. +If I desire rice-spirit, that, too, I can buy; +And elegant entertainments and delights are all to be had for cash. + +But there is one good thing above all precious, +That no man may buy. +And though I buy readily most things that I desire, +This thing that the white maid offered at my own price +I would not buy. + + + +The Power of Music + +In the little room behind my shop +I refresh myself of an evening with my machine-that-sings. + +Two songs has my machine-that-sings: +And these are 'Hitchy Koo' and 'We don't want to lose you.' + +When, in the evening, a friend honours me with a visit, +I engage his ears with the air of 'Hitchy Koo'; +But when I am afflicted with a visit +>From those who fill me with a spirit of no-satisfaction, +I command my machine-that-sings +To render the music of 'We don't want to lose you.' + +The noise that at this moment greets the ear +Of the elegant visitor to this despicable hovel +Is the incomparable music of 'Hitchy Koo'; +And the price of this person's tea, mister, +Is but a paltry six shillings the pound. + + + +The Lamplighter + +The dark days now begin, when in afternoon +The Great Night Lantern makes a razor-edge +Of black and white in the streets. +And one comes, called the Lamplighter, +And the straight stiff lamps of these stiff London streets, +At his quick touch burst into light. + +At this shy hour +I see from my unshaded window +Bright girls, hair flowing, go by with shuttered faces, +Holding close captive their warm insurgent bosoms. +And then, at the corner, +Some slender lad of bold and upright carriage +Greets them, and the shuttered lanterns of their faces +Burst with light at the touch of the lamplighter. + +Oh, kind ingenious lamplighter, +Will you please step this way? + + + +In Reply to an Invitation + +Don't think of me as one of no courtesy +O elegant and refined foreign one, +If I do not accept your high-minded invitation +To drink rice-spirit with you +At the little place called The Blue Lantern, near Pennyfields. +Please don't regard me as lacking in gracious behaviour, +Or as insufferably ignorant of the teachings of the Book of Rites + +But I am sojourning here in a strnage land, +And am not fully informed of the usages of your dignified people. + +As the wise Mencius observed in one of his inspired hours, +Doubtless thinking forward to situation of this person: +Child who has once suffered unpleasant sensation of burning, +Ever afterward reluctant to approach stove. +Wherefore, as this person once accepted an invitation, +In words as affable and polished as yours, Mister, +To drink rice-spirit at The Blue Lantern, +And was there subjected to a custom of this country +Of an entirely disturbing and unpleasing nature, +Known as Ceremony of Confidence, +He has, since that day, viewed The Blue Lantern +With a feeling of most decided repugnance. + + + +A Night-Piece + +I climbed the other day up to the roof +Of the commanding and palatial Home for Asiatics +And looked across the city at the hour of no-light. + +Across great space of dark I looked, +But the skirt of darkness had a hundred rents, +Made by the lights of many people's homes. + +My life is a great skirt of darkness, +But human kindliness has torn it through, +So that it shows ten thousand gaping rents +Where the light comes in. + + + +A Smile Given In Passing + + As I walked the street in the purring evening + A little maid with yellow curls + Tossed me a smile; and suddenly Pennyfields + Grew from darkness to light, and the light of the stars + Grew pale. + + I may not see her again, but I hold her smile in my heart, + And she is with me in my shop and about the streets. + My shop may tumble down; + West India Dock may some time suffer a drought; + Grief and Joy come for a day; + And Hope and Fear, and Desire and Deed + Arise and pass, and are no more; + But the beauty born of her quickened smile + Can never die. + + + +Of a National Cash Register + +Last week this person, desiring to make it known +That he was in all ways moving up to the date, +Introduced into his insignificant shop +A machine-that-counts, +Called a National Cash Register, +Which announces to refined and intelligent customers +The amounts of their purchases. + +This week this person purchased a whole days' amusement; +And the amount he paid for this was another's discomfiture and pain. +And, after a night of cogitation, +He is moved to reflect on the far-reaching and wholesome value +Of a National Register which would announce to the face +The cost of such pleasures as this. + + + +Under a Shining Window + +A lamplit window, +At the top of a tenement house near Poplar High Street, +Shines fluently out of the night; +And looking upward I see +That the bricks of the houses are bright and fair to the eye. + +There are no flowers in West India Dock Road; +Nothing but brick and stone, and iron and spent air. +But when rough brick and stone are a shrine for beauty, +They become themselves beautiful. +Perhaps if this person encloses within himself +Beautiful thoughts and amiable intentions, +His insignificant frame may acquire +The noble outlines of that tenement house. + + + +Exchange of Compliments + +At ten o'clock last night an ugly fellow, +Of skinny exterior and most ungracious manner, +Was thrown with a total loss of gravity +>From the flapping doors of the Blue Lantern. + +He lurched in most ungainly fashion past this person's shop-- +This person standing at his door-- +And used base language of an unpolished nature, +Calling him Ugly Yellow Bastard, +Hop Fiend and Dirty Doper, +Eater of Dogs and Cheater at Puckapoo, +Son-of-a-Bitch and devotee of vice. + +This person did not respond in like manner, +Knowing that he is not himself all-perfect, +Nor even in every hour +A devout follower of the teachings of the Four Books. +He contented himself with repeating in a far-reaching tone, +The words of the lofty Lao Tzu: +When pot upon stove reproveth kettle for blackness, +Pot speaking out of turn. + + + +A Song of Little Girls + +I want to make a song of the little girls +That live about this quarter. +I could make a song of boys quite easily with words, +But words are too blunt for such delicate things as girls. +I would like to make my song of them with bees and butterflies. +One looks at the boy, and says Boy; +And lo, one has described him. +But little girls are morning light and melody; +Their happy hair flutters and flies, or curtains their laughing faces-- +Faces glad as the sun at dawn. +Their clear, cool skin is like wine to the eyes, +The lines of their fluent limbs run like a song, +And every step is a note of grace which the frock repeats. + +Don't you think it a pity, and greatly to be deplored +That these should lose this beauty, +And pass from it to the guile and trickery of woman? + + + +Of Shop Windows + +Looking closely at the glass windows of my shop, +I see in them the whole of my shop reflected. +Looking at my windows closely from the street, +I see in them the life of the street reflected. +Yet if I stand away, the glass remains transparent, +And I see clearly through it to the things beyond. + +If I look with close vision +Into the hearts of men, +I see my own small heart reflected. +I will try henceforth not to look at them too closely. + + + +At the Feast of Lanterns + +Lithely on their strings swing the many-coloured lanterns, +For this is the Feast of Lanterns; +And Pennyfields and West India Dock Road +Are to-night a part of my own country, +Aglow with the hues of the Peacock's Tail, +Very amiable to the eye. + +In a recess of my heart +Is a poor street hung with lanterns. +These lanterns are my thoughts, +And they are lighted at the last hours of the evenings, +When through this street +Walks the willowy maiden from the tea-shop across the road. + + + +One Service Breeds Another + +One of this person's white-skinned friends, Bill Hawkins, +Who labours at the waterside, +Had occasion, at the time of unkind weather, +To rescue from the certain peril of drowning +One who had slipped from the edge of a wharf to the dock. + +Without reward the flower serves the bee. +The mother serves the child with pain and toil. +The soldier serves his king without king's gratitutde. +And this person has noted with much private amusement, +How, since this one service rendered, +Bill Hawkins goes ever from his accustomed path +To add service to service to the one he rescued; +While the rescued one looks ever upon Bill Hawkins +With eyes of no-approval, indeed, with intense disgust. + + + +An Offer of a Lodging + +Little maid of the yellow curls +You look sad as you pass my window. +You look as though you would like to creep into some warm nest, +And hide your golden head. + +Oh, look, little maid! I have made you a nest! +Creep into it, and I will hide you away, +Quietly, in the nest of my heart, +I will wrap you around with verses and cover you with fair thoughts. + +There is yet one little corner left, +Free from the world's defilement; +One little corner where not a breath of wrong +Shall enter to disturb your slumbering. +And I will cherish you there +In the nest you will make so pure. +I will hold you and guard you safe from the snares of the stony streets. +Be at peace, little maid, and lie in trust; +For though my feet may stumble, and I may fall, +The corner that houses you I will ever keep whole. + + + +Of Two Dwellings + +At the lower end of Limehouse Causeway +Is a house where girls surrender their bodies +To the pleasures of base-minded and unpolished men, +In return for shillings. +And on the walls about this house +Blossoms at summer the wild white rose. + +In a tiny room at the top of a tenement +Lives a white maid of surpassing virtue, +Gentle in manner and quiet and dutiful, +Combing her golden curls each morning +Before a window that looks out to hell; +That looks upon cesspools of mud, and mounds of refuse and the offal of the shops. + + + +Concerning English Gambling + +One morning, at the season of Clear Weather, +As I sat alone in my Tea-House of the Refined White Lily, +A stranger of affable address approached me, +And showed me, with a multitude of argument, +To what advantage I should come +Were I to place the whole of my substance with him, +Even to my shirt, +As a token of my faith in Ice Cream Cornet for the Lincolnshire. + +And because I would not do so, +He withdrew himself from me as from one of mean birth and behaviour, +Reviling me with the name of "No-Sport," +And other characters of opprobrium. + +But this person told him +That he carried always on written leaves +The words of his august father, +Concerning horses and women, and the wind in the hills and the hooting of owls. + +He did not tell him that he knew full well +That Ice Cream Cornet was a non-starter for the Lincolnshire. + + + +Of Politicians + +Upon a time the amiable Bill Hawkins +Married a fair wife, demure and of chaste repute, +Keeping closely from her, however, +Any knowledge of the manner of man he had been. + +Upon the nuptial night, +Awaking and finding himself couched with a woman, +As had happened on divers occasions, +He arose, and dressed and departed, +Leaving at the couch's side four goodly coins. + +But in the street, +Remembering the occasion and his present estate of marriage, +He returned with a haste of no-dignity, +Filled with emotions of an entirely disturbing nature, +Fear that his wife should discover his absence +And place evil construction upon it, +Being uppermost. + +Entering stealthily, then, with the toes of the leopard, +With intention of quickly disrobing, +And rejoining the forsaken bride, +He perceived her sitting erect on the couch, +Biting shrewdly, with a distressing air of experience, +At one of the coins. + +Even so it is when Big Politician meets Little Politician. + + + +Of the Great White War + +During the years when the white men fought each other, +I observed how the aged cried aloud in public places +Of honour and chivalry, and the duty of the young; +And how the young ceased doing the pleasant things of youth, +And became suddenly old, +And marched away to defend the aged. + +And I observed how the aged +Became suddenly young; +And mouthed fair phrases one to the other upon the Supreme Sacrifice, +And turned to their account-books, murmuring gravely: +Business as Usual; +And brought out bottles of wine and drank the health +Of the young men they had sent out to die for them. + + + +At the Time of Clear Weather + +In the agreeable public gardens of Poplar +The bushes are bright with buds, +For this is the season of Clear Weather. +There blossom the quiet flowers of this country: +The timid lilac, +The unassuming hawthorn, +The dignified chestnut, +And the girlish laburnum; +And the mandarin of them all is the rhododendron. + +In the untilled field of my heart +Many simple buds are bursting. +There is a little bush of kindliness towards all men. +There is a slender tree of forgiveness for all wrongs. +There is a humble growth of repentance for past sins. +And around the field is a thick hedge of thankfulness. + +And Ho! in the midst of all +Stands the tree of a hundred boughs +Laden with the sweetest of all buds +Which are breaking to flower under the sun of a maiden's eyes. + + + +Parent and Child + +Often of an evening I take the air +And linger on the bridge by the Isle of Dogs, +And sometimes see +The swan-like shape of the ship that brought me hither. +Often since then that ship has gone +To the land from which it brought me; +And on each voyage my heart accompanies it. + +Should I some day in person journey with it, +My honourable father would welcome his little son. +He would not see this worn and tattered one, +This lean and sorrowful son of the waterside. +He would not see this parchment face, +This figure without lustre. +He would see his little son who left him long ago; +For love would brush away the husk of years, +And leave a little child. + + + +Of Worship and Conduct + +At the corner of the Causeway on every seventh evening +Gathers the band of Salvation Army, +Making big noise of Washed-in-Blood-of-Lamb. + +At temple in East India Dock Road +Men gather in white clothes, and sing, +And march with candles and pray to Lady. + +At shop in Pennyfields, many times a day, +This person pays respect to Big Man Joss, +And burns to him prayer-papers and punk-sticks. + +And all day long men toil for wife and child; +Wife suffer and stint to make bigger plate for child; +Child beg in street to get food for sick mother; +Sister wear ragged clothes for sake of little brother. +And none of these has bowed to Joss, +Or marched with candle, +Or washed in blood of Lamb. + + + +Going to Market + +Good morning, Mister, how do you do? +I am going to Salmon Lane, to the cheap market for dainty foods. +Won't you come with me, Mister? + +I shall buy meat and fish and a loaf of bread, +And fresh fruit and potatoes; +I shall buy a cluster of flowers and a bottle of wine, +Some butter and some jam, +And biscuits, and nuts and candy. +For I give an English feast to-night to a friend with yellow curls, +And every dish will be cooked by me. + +Into the pot will go sharp spices, +To flavour your English meats: +Cayenne and thyme, and sage and salt, +A sprig of parsley for garnish, +And some delicate bamboo shoots. +But the sweetest spice will not be seen, +It will leap from my heart to the pot as I stir it. +I am going to gather it on the way to the market +>From my own sweet thoughts and from elegant conversation +With notable misters. +Won't you come with me? + + + +A Portrait + +How shall I write of you, little friend, +To my father on the River of Serenity? +I will tell him of your twenty yellow curls +Tumbling in a cascade about your shoulders; +Your bright mouth and fine brow, +Lit by yet brighter eyes, +Where fireflies dance; +How in your cheeks you hold +The colours of the flower before its leaves unclose; +How the tones of your voice, sounding in my ears, +Float before my eyes like strings of lanterns; +How, when I look closely upon you, +I see my thoughts like a white river in your eyes; +How, as I walk down the street where you have trod, +The very stones are to me the smiles that you scatter as you pass. +How your look thrills my heart as a guitar thrills to the touch. + +And I will tell him that you are not for me, +For you are white and I am yellow; +Unless, perchance, shame and disgrace fall upon you, +As it falls upon some girls of this quarter, +And your neighbours and friends pass by the other way. +Then, perhaps, it would be permitted to me +To render service to you. + + + +On a Saying of Mencius + +That was well said of Mencius: +The misfortunes of one are the entertainment of many. + +When Prosperity attended the occasions of this person, +And his heart smiled within him, +He was regarded and received on all sides by his fellows +With attitudes of dignity and expressions of mandarin-like solemnity, +And his laughing heart could fetch no smile +To the faces of those about him. + +But when, on a recent manifestation of evil spirits, +He was hailed before those in authority +And commanded to pay very many taels, +For the fault of possessing some morsels of chandu, the Great Tobacco, +And his heart was heavy and dark as a raincloud within him, +He was received on all sides +With attitudes of mirth and expressions of no-gravity. + + + +Dockside Noises + +There are in Limehouse many sounds; +A hundred different sounds by day and night. + +The crash and mutter of the dockside railway, +The noise of quarrel, the noise of fist on face, +My country's songs, guitars, and gramophones, +The noise of boot on stone, +The noise of women bargaining their flesh, +The noise of singers in the ships, +Sounds of threat and sounds of fear, +Blasts of hammer and steel and iron, +The scream of syren, the wail of hooter, +The clangour of angry bells, +The boom of guns, the clatter of factories, +The panic of feet, and malevolent words. + +All these sounds I know, and they disturb me not. +The sound that is to me most terrible, +That snatches slumber from me, +Is the sound that is most common: +The scream of a child at night. + + + +Reproof and Approbation + +Because I gave a piece of silk +To my friend of the golden curls, +One (may the dogs devour him) threw a stone at my window, +And hooted and jeered and made base noise with his mouth. +Nay, worse, this son of a sea-slug (may his line perish) +Hurled hard names at my friend, +Calling her Tart, and Flusey, and Tom; and, as we walked together, +Cried: `Watcher, Nancy, who's yer friend with the melon face +And the bug-eaten cabbage-leaf on his head?' + +The lean and scurvy dog that slinks about Pennyfields +Flew in great fear at sight of this reprover of our doings, +And came to me, and rubbed itself against my shoe. + + + +The Feast of Go Nien + +We are now in the Pepper Month; +And soon will come the Feast of Go Nien. +Then I will pay my debts, and gather in my dues. +I will walk in the great procession; +And afterwards I will hang up my devil-chasers +And will proceed to the restaurant of Ng Tack, +And drink spring wine with him and meet my friends. + +That evening I shall eat of the best: +Of chicken cream and pigeon in soy-ed, +With a brown noodle of pork and prawn, +And a curry of fish and a large Chung Goun, +Sweet onions, and black eggs and chow chow. +And when we have done, +We will have cakes and tea, and music and songs, +And call in our white friends to sit with us. + +For this one day we shall be each to the other, +What the other would desire. +Perhaps it is well that this day +Occurs but once in the year's calendar; +For if we always so behaved, one to the other, +There would be no business done. + + + +Directions for Making Tea + +In making tchah for table, each man has his own way. +Some serve it dashed with lemon, and some with bamboo shoot, +And some with sugar, in the English way, +And some with spot of sam-shu.; +But when one offers tchah to distinguished visitor, +One offers the noble suey sen, and flavors it +With the dried bud of the noble chrysanthemum. + +Consider these verses, little friend, +As cups of suey sen +Flavoured with the buds of the flower of all flowers. + + + +Of Inaccessible Beauty + +Ladies in elegant silks and laces +Have come at times to my insignificant shop, +For pieces of jade, or banners, or curious cuttings of ivory. +And I look with insufferable emotion +Upon their roseleaf skin, +And breathe the soft scents that flow from their garments, +And long to soothe their lily-fingered hands. +In their presence +I am seized with longings unutterable, +And am filled with a sickness of my present unkind estate. + +But then I remember +That Beauty's not always a star, +Not always remote, not always in lofty places, +Chrysanthemum-clad and lily-sheathed; +But often lies in the hedges +And peeps from street-corners +And lurks shyly behind broken doorways. + +And I think upon the kind and considerate beauty +Of the maid with the golden curls, +And her patched, uncoloured robes of common cloth. +And with a change of mood I charge the elegant ladies +Three times the value of the articles chosen, +And thus tear from their flowery bodies +Pieces of their billowing silk +To deck the less fervid beauty of my friend. + + + +Night and Day + +The waters of the river flow swiftly at Limehouse Hole, +Past wharves, and ugly gardens, +Past beautiful steel ships and tawny sails, +Past clamorous factories and broken boats and bells. + +Throughout the day these things are one-- +One body of dire endeavour. +But when the evening introduces the night, +This thing is broken into a thousand delicacies, +And the warm notes of night +Make happy discord of the day's harsh harmonies. + + + +Of a Night in War-Time + +Upon a night I sat behind my shop, +In happy talk with casual company: +The upright Ho Ling, the grave Cheng Huan, +And the round-bodied and amiable Sway Too, of my own country; +Together with the maid of the golden curls, +A sad-eyed seaman from Malay, +And two pale Englishmen, Bill Hawkins and Jack Brown. + +We sat beneath the lantern, and drank our tchah in fellowship, +And spoke of this and of that. +And the moon rose and mated with the soft smells of my store, +And brought forth a spirit that spoke to us +Of things forgotten or lost, or long despaired of. + +Friendship bound us together, and we sat late, +Glad of the night, and each glad of his companions; +While men in another land +Wrought horrors upon their fellows beneath this moon, +Drunk with the wicked words of the wicked lords of men. + + + +A Love Lesson + +Last night I dreamed of the maid with yellow curls. +She came to me in the room above my shop, +And we two were alone, freed from the laws of day. +I held her then to myserlf. +I took from her her clothing, garment by garment, +And watched them fall about her feet, +White petals of a flower. +And I drew from her to myself her thoughts, one by one, +As often I had wished, till all of her was mine. + +Then I was sad, for nothing was left to love. +And I quickly clothed her again, garment by garment, +And gave her back her thoughts, one by one, +And awoke in joy. +I was glad that the dream was a dream, +And that all of her was not mine; +For I had learned +That love released from bond, and unburdened of its fetters, +Is love no longer. + + + +A Rebuke + +Excuse me, Mister, if I enter a gentle protest +About the manner in which you comport yourself +When taking the air about the streets. +For, looking at you, one would form the opinion +That you were a man of much worth and nobility, +That you were high in officialdom, +A councillor of the king or a learned judge, +Or one whose piety and wisdom +Had marked him out to sit above his fellow. + +One would think thus to see the swinging arms, +The slow protuberant belly sheathed in a vest of scarlet, +And the gold chain of Albert, the great Consort; +To see the haughty head, the portly mien, +The solemn gait, and the complacency with which you view the world. + +Don't interrupt! I only wished to tell you +That your claim to the excessive esteem of your neighbours +Is wholly without foundation. +Do please remember, Mister, that that scarlet belly +Was acquired by the labours of little children +Whom you employ to stick labels on bottles. + + + +Upstairs + +I have lifted her over my threshold to-night. +Many moons have risen and set since she received my napi; +But now she is here and has entered my upper room, +Where is a shrine for the joss of happiness, +And a soft couch and delicate hanging, +And fine things for fine fingers to handle, +And shaded lanterns and a guitar and my machine-that-sings. + +There are ornaments of jade and lacquer, +And the bamboo pipe and the hap-heem that I have laid aside, +And the written leaves containing my verses. +But there are no writing tables, no ink and no brushes. +For now my verses will be written upon her brow. + + + +Footsteps + +As I lie on my pallet at night +I hear from the street the sound of passing footsteps; +And I can sort and name these passing footsteps. +There are the truculent steps of the seeker after trouble, +There are the fearful feet of those who are not at ease +In the implacable streets. +There are the fugitive feet of crime, +And the solemn reassuring tread of big policemen; +And the interrupted steps of the revellers, +And the fleet feet of those who have purchased trouble. + +But those that tread most heavily on my heart +Are the light and lingering footsteps of tired young women. + + + +Making a Feast + +Ho! Friends and enemies of Pennyfields, +A feast is spread, and you are all invited. +Many tides have risen and retired +Since I left the fervid skies of my own country +For the thin skies and leaden streets of the West. +Long have I sojourned, seeking my desire, +Keeping my shop, and looking always with long eyes +At others' guesting-tables, at whose top sat love. + +>From my cold corner +I have watched their feast of fondness, and my heart has flown away, +And has beaten like a lost bird at their windows, +And none would let him in. + +But now, O honourables, +My window is alight, my room is warmed, +The table is set and the places are laid, and Love waits to greet you. + + + +The Case of Ho Ling + +Truly the ways of mandarins are inscrutable. +My estimable and upright friend, Ho Ling, +Long had desired to return to his own country. +He bore himself in Limehouse without reproach, +A reputable stranger, mild of manner and gentle of address. +Against him none could bring a charge or speak a word of upbraiding. +He conformed in all ways to the laws of correct conduct. + +Yet when he sought assistance to return to his own country, +Being without means, +And hung at the ear of notable men who could help him, +They refused to hear him, +And would in no way help him to go where his heart was set. +Even the charitable ones regretted +That his case was not for them. + +Wherefore my friend forsook his quiet and regular ways, +And went about as one possessed by thunder and fire, +Stormily; doing many things of a reprehensible character, +Committing grave misdemeanours in the public streets, +And following evil ways in a manner to attract attention. + +Whereupon, +The lords of this country placed him upon a boat, +And commanded that he should be carried, at their own cost, +To his own country, whither he most desired to go. + + + +An Upright Man + +The grave and thin-faced one who keeps the Bespoke Tailor's Shop, +And subjects his child to treatment of a most disagreeable nature, +Never goes into the Blue Lantern, +Never takes pellet of li-un or nut of areca, +Or communes with Black Smoke, +Or loses money at puckapoo, +Or makes public outcry or gesture +Expressive of delight in his friends, +Or does foolish and unworthy things, +Or makes exchange of hats with friends. + +He has no friends, for he has no weaknesses. +While others fall to the simple follies of humanity +He walks ever upright and self-contained, devout and dignified, +And ill-treats his child at night. + + + +Breaking-Point + +Many heavy blows has this patient person's back received, +These many years. +He has lost friends and money; +He has lost his own country; +His well-framed enterprises have gone awry. +And his heart has gone hungry these many years for love. + +All these things he has suffered without murmur. +One thing alone has driven him to utter piercing cries, +And make gestures expressive of volcano in eruption: +And that is the bootmender across the road +Who sings hymns to himself in the evening. + +For that is true that the sage has spoken: +That it is the smell of gin-and-onions about the secretary +Which drives his master, who long has suffered gin-and-cloves, +To the breaking-point of inexpressible exasperation. + + + +An English Gentleman + +I determined yesterday to become English gentleman; +And I have this morning bought a bowler hat. +I have bought brown boots and a suit of rare blue serge, +Which the affable one who supplied me with it +Spoke of as Natty, and added his assurance +That I would look Quite the Gentleman. +I have bought white collars and many-coloured ties, +And a walking-stick and a blue-spotted shirt. + +Apparelled thus, I strolled this evening down Pennyfields, +And the old men came out with expressions of no-kindness. +They made ugly mouths, +And passed words one to the other of a derisive nature. + +But I am young Quong Lee, +Who write verse in the English tongue, +And am quite English gentleman. +And English gentleman +Not suffer himself to be disturbed by hooting of owls. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg Etext The Song Book of Quong Lee of Limehouse + diff --git a/old/qungl10.zip b/old/qungl10.zip Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..ec96fb5 --- /dev/null +++ b/old/qungl10.zip |