To the tune of "Lamentation" <br /> <br />It was far into the night when, intoxicated, <br /> I took off my ornaments; <br />The plum flower withered in my hair. <br /> <br />Recovered from tipsiness, <br /> the lingering smell of wine <br /> broke my fond dream <br />before my dreaming soul could find <br /> my way home. <br /> <br />All is quiet. <br />The moon lingers, <br />And the emerald screen hangs low. <br />I caress the withered flower, <br />Fondle the fragrant petals, <br />Trying to bring back the lost time.<br /><br />Li Ching Chao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tz-u-no-11/
