To the melody of "Ru Meng Lin" <br /> <br />Last night in the light rain as rough winds blew, <br />My drunken sleep left me no merrier. <br />I question one that raised the curtain, who <br />Replies: "The wild quince trees -- are as they were." <br /> But no, but no! <br />Their rose is waning, and their green leaves grow.<br /><br />Li Ching Chao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-in-a-dream/
