In a Chinese garden, dreaming in the Sun;
Slant-eyed children playing, smiling, every one;
Placid pools with bridges arched;
Feathery trees, wisteria hung;
Bright pagodas; distant temples.
Hark! A soft-toned bell is rung.
Never have these mortal eyes
Rested on this scene —
Yet, in this lovely garden
Once, I know, I must have been.
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