ChinaRose

　　
　　The sun has set, and the long grass now
　　Waves dreamily in the evening wind;
　　And the wild bird has flown from that old gray stone
　　In some warm nook a couch to find.
　　
　　In all the lonely landscape round
　　I see no light and hear no sound,
　　Except the wind that far away
　　Come sighing o'er the healthy sea.