More Translations from the Chinese/Losing a Slave-Girl
[49] LOSING A SLAVE-GIRL
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Around my garden the little wall is low;
In the bailiff's lodge the lists are seldom checked.
I am ashamed to think we were not always kind;
I regret your labours, that will never be repaid.
The caged bird owes no allegiance;
The wind-tossed flower does not cling to the tree.
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Where to-night she lies none can give us news;
Nor any knows, save the bright watching moon.