TO-EM-MEI'S "THE UNMOVING CLOUD"
III
are bursting out with new twigs,
They try to stir new affection,
And men say the sun and moon keep on moving
because they can't find a soft seat.
The birds flutter to rest in my tree,
and I think I have heard them saying,
"It is not that there are no other men
But we like this fellow the best,
But however we long to speak
He can not know of our sorrow."
T'ao Yuan Ming.
A.D. 365–427.
End of Cathay
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