When the beautiful woman was here, the hall was filled with flowers, <br />Now the beautiful woman's gone, the bed is lying empty. <br />On the bed, the embroidered quilt is rolled up: no-one sleeps, <br />Though three years have now gone by, I think I smell that scent. <br />The scent is finished but not destroyed, <br />The woman's gone and does not come. <br />Yearning yellows the falling leaf, <br />White dew beads the green moss.<br /><br />Li Po<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/long-yearning-sent-far/
