I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings, <br />Each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth. <br />...The sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, <br />The spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo, <br />Mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, <br />Blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun.... <br />And a moment that ought to have lasted for ever <br />Has come and gone before I knew.<br /><br />Li Shangyin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-inlaid-harp-2/
