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5. THE LONG-DEPARTED LOVER
Fair one, when you were here, I filled the house with
flowers.
Fair one, now you are gone—only an empty couch is left.
On the couch the embroidered quilt is rolled up; I cannot sleep.
It is three years since you went. The perfume you left behind haunts me still.
Fair one, now you are gone—only an empty couch is left.
On the couch the embroidered quilt is rolled up; I cannot sleep.
It is three years since you went. The perfume you left behind haunts me still.
The perfume strays about me forever, but where are
you, Beloved?
I sigh—the yellow leaves fall from the branch,
I weep—the dew twinkles white on the green mosses.
I sigh—the yellow leaves fall from the branch,
I weep—the dew twinkles white on the green mosses.
The works of Li Po, the Chinese poet | ||