The Book of Odes, by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1908], at sacred-texts.com

p. 24

CITY OF CHOW

Cold from the spring the waters pass
Over the waving pampas grass.
        All night long in dream I lie,
        Ah me! ah me! to awake and sigh—
        Sigh for the City of Chow.

Cold from the spring the rising flood
Covers the tangled southernwood.
        All night long in dream I lie,
        Ah me! ah me! to awake and sigh—
        Sigh for the City of Chow.

Cold from its source the stream meanders,
Darkly down through the oleanders.
        All night long in dream I lie,
        Ah me! ah me! to awake and sigh—
        Sigh for the City of Chow.