Hey, FADED daffodil, FLOATING DOWN THE RIVER TO TIENOUAN! IF YOU SEE THERE A YOUNG GIRL DREAMING, UNDER A CINNAMON TREE which HAS BLOSSOMED TWICE SINCE WE EMBRACED, TELL HER I SMELL A FRESH CARNATION, TO REMEMBER HER PERFUME. Wan Tsu,
From The Jade Flute, Chinese Poems in Prose.
