Yellow clouds beside the walls; crows near the tower. <br />Flying back, they caw, caw; calling in the boughs. <br />In the loom she weaves brocade, the Qin river girl. <br />Made of emerald yarn like mist, the window hides her words. <br />She stops the shuttle, sorrowful, and thinks of the distant man. <br />She stays alone in the lonely room, her tears just like the rain.<br /><br />Li Po<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crows-calling-at-night-2/
