The Jade Mountain/She Sighs on Her Jade Lute
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Wên T'ing-yun
筠庭溫
SHE SIGHS ON HER JADE LUTE
A cool-matted silvery bed; but no dreams. . . .An evening sky as green as water, shadowed with tender clouds;But far off over the southern rivers the calling of a wildgoose,And here a twelve-story building, lonely under the moon.