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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

Andrew Lang 1844-1912 John Bartlett

    There’s a joy without canker or cark,
  There’s a pleasure eternally new,
’T is to gloat on the glaze and the mark
  Of china that’s ancient and blue.
          Ballade of blue China.
    Here’s a pot with a cot in a park
  In a park where the peach-blossoms blew,
Where the lovers eloped in the dark,
  Lived, died and were changed into two
  Bright birds that eternally flew
Through the boughs of the may, as they sang;
  ’T is a tale was undoubtedly true
  In the reign of the Emperor Hwang.
          Ballade of blue China.
    The windy lights of Autumn flare;
  I watch the moonlit sails go by;
I marvel how men toil and fare,
  The weary business that they play!
  Their voyaging is vanity,
And fairy gold is all their gain,
  And all the winds of winter cry,
“My Love returns no more again.”
          Ballade of Autumn.