The falcon swiftly seeks the north, <br />And forest gloom that sent it forth. <br />Since I no more my husband see, <br />My heart from grief is never free. <br />O how is it, I long to know, <br />That he, my lord, forgets me so? <br /> <br />Bushy oaks on the mountain grow, <br />And six elms where the ground is low. <br />But I, my husband seen no more, <br />My sad and joyless fate deplore. <br />O how is it, I long to know, <br />That he, my lord, forgets me so? <br /> <br />The hills the bushy wild plums show, <br />And pear-trees grace the ground below. <br />But, with my husband from me gone, <br />As drunk with grief, I dwell alone. <br />O how is it, I long to know, <br />That he, my lord, forgets me so?<br /><br />Confucius<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-wife-s-grief-because-of-her-husband-s-absence/
