Now the loveliest are the Litchi trees
Endow'd with fruits along the bough
In the summer; and breathe free
For bowed branches are full of Litchi enough.
They are stood by woodland path.
Lads and lasses are exalted in a trance-
Climbing and mounting they are to tip;
Are breaking and twisting the branch.
Now, of my one score and five years
Last ten, when I used to climb on them,
Being fascinated by their call 'Dear'
Will not come again back to overwhelm.
But again, I will go back once more
To those Litchi trees in a winter season,
To see their branches full of snow..or
Why Litchi is sweet! ..to seek reason.
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