He Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal.Sit at the...
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Beloved, let us once more praise the rain.Let us discover some new alphabet,For this,...
All lovely things will have an ending,All lovely things will fade and die,And youth,...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay windannounces autumn, and the equinoxrolls back blue bays...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morningWhen the...
A man who keeps a diary, paysDue toll to many tedious days;But life becomes...
Pluck not the wayside flower,It is the traveller’s dower;A thousand passers-byIts beauties may espy,May...
A man there came, whence none could tell,Bearing a Touchstone in his hand;And tested...
These little Songs,Found here and there,Floating in airBy forest and lea,Or hill-side heather,In houses...
Up the airy mountain,Down the rushy glen,We daren’t go a-huntingFor fear of little men;Wee...