To the tune of "Thinking of Maiden Ch'in" <br /> <br />I ascend high on the storied pavilion, <br />Below, mountains scatter in disorder; <br />the uncutivated plain extends <br />far in the light mist. <br /> <br />In the light mist, <br />Crows have returned to their nests; <br />The evening horn is heard in the dusk. <br />Burnt-out incense, left-over wine - <br />my melancholy heart! <br />The evening wind hastens <br />the Wu-T'ung leaves fall. <br /> <br />The Wu-T'ung leaves fall, <br />Again the autumn becomes beautiful, <br />Again the heart is lonesome.<br /><br />Li Ch'ing Chao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tz-u-no-14-2/
