At sunset it is well indeed to let the shallop go,
When lapping waves before the breeze along the water flow.
For here are bamboo thickets green the wanderers to hide:
And fit is evening air to cool the vestal Lily's side.
The youthful Prince is splashing up the water's chilly waves,
While lily-roots with silken threads the lovely maiden laves.
"Two's company!" Lo! o'er my head an inky cloudlet lours.
‘Tis sure the rain that bends me o'er my poem ere it showers!