I am lying in a white-lined coat while the spring approaches, <br />But am thinking only of the White Gate City where I cannot be. <br />...There are two red chambers fronting the cold, hidden by the rain, <br />And a lantern on a pearl screen swaying my lone heart homeward. <br />...The long road ahead will be full of new hardship, <br />With, late in the nights, brief intervals of dream. <br />Oh, to send you this message, this pair of jade earrings! <br />I watch a lonely wildgoose in three thousand miles of cloud.<br /><br />Li Shangyin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-rain-12/
