The Jade Mountain
And mandarin-ducks lie side by side,All he can see is the smile of the new love,While the old love weeps unheard.The brook was pure in its mountain source,But away from the mountain its waters darken.. . . Waiting for her maid to come from selling pearlsFor straw to cover the roof again,She picks a few flowers, no longer for her hair,And lets pine-needles fall through her fingers,And, forgetting her thin silk sleeve and the cold,She leans in the sunset by a tall bamboo.
SEEING LI PO IN A DREAM
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There are sobs when death is the cause of parting;But life has its partings again and again.. . . From the poisonous damps of the southern riverYou had sent me not one sign from your exile—Till you came to me last night in a dream,Because I am always thinking of you. . . .I wondered if it were really you,Venturing so long a journey.You came to me through the green of a forest,You disappeared by a shadowy fortress . .Yet out of the midmost mesh of your snare,
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