The Jade Mountain/A Song of an Autumn Midnight
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A SONG OF AN AUTUMN MIDNIGHT
(Written to a Su-chou Melody)
A slip of the moon hangs over the capital;Ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding;And the autumn wind is blowing my heartFor ever and ever toward the Jade Pass. . . .Oh, when will the Tartar troops be conquered,And my husband come back from the long campaign!