The Chinese Nightingale and Other Poems — Vachel Lindsay

" ...] While Chang, with a countenance carved of stone, Ironed and ironed, all alone. And thus she sang to the busy man Chang: "Have you forgotten.... Deep in the ages, long, long ago, I was your sweetheart, there on the sand- Storm-worn beach of the Chinese land? We sold our grain in the peacock town Built on the edge of the sea-sands brown- Built on the edge of the sea-sands brown.... "When all the world was drinking blood From the skulls of men and bulls And all the world had swords and clubs of stone, We drank our tea in China beneath the sacred spice-trees, And heard the curled waves of the harbor moan. ...]."