The lovely Lo Fo of the western land <br />Plucks mulberry leaves by the waterside. <br />Across the green boughs stretches out her white hand; <br />In golden sunshine her rosy robe is dyed. <br />'my silkworms are hungry, I cannot stay. <br />Tarry not with your five-horse cab, I pray.'<br /><br />Li Po<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ballads-of-four-seasons-spring/
