ORCHID AND ORANGE I

    Zhang Jiuling

    Tender orchid-leaves in spring

    And cinnamon- blossoms bright in autumn

    Are as self- contained as life is,

    Which conforms them to the seasons.

    Yet why will you think that a forest-hermit,

    Allured by sweet winds and contented with beauty,

    Would no more ask to-be transplanted

    THan Would any other natural flower？