Why should the zither sad have fifty strings?
Each string, each strain evokes but vanished springs:
Dim morning deam to be a butterfly;
Amorous heart poured out in cuckoo's cry.
In moonlit pearls see tears in mermaid's eyes;
With sunburnt mirth let blue jade vaporise!
Such feeling cannot be recalled but melt,
It seemed long-lost even when it was felt.
 
 
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