Your grasses up north are as blue as jade, <br />Our mulberries here curve green-threaded branches; <br />And at last you think of returning home, <br />Now when my heart is almost broken.... <br />O breeze of the spring, since I dare not know you, <br />Why part the silk curtains by my bed?<br /><br />Li Po<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-spring-2/
