| Show THE BAMBOO FLUTE I honr from Iho shade of tho fir trees limo Ushers mile again His Imporlnnato lamentations JIIi 1 1 pitsiMou juid his puln Proud lords and lovely Indies Met theru In tights gone by i Whlln the t riiimmer moon was nailing LIke IL pleasure bout on high The lords sang amorous ditties Tim ladloK touched the lute hero emulous and envious Thu nl hllngalo was mute They Hlolis apart In time daikncss And itllgliiocl lion it pm md Imiulfi Or stilling songs with laughter Danced on the yellow aanUs a There la more In the Ushers music Of PasSion and of pain Than ho knows And hero at midnight It comes to mo ugalu Comes back with a silent sorrow Tho weight I of iiiiiH unshed Tho longing for vnnlshod voices limn loved tho losl thn dead Hlelmrd Henry dtoddard In tIme Century |