Coming was an empty promise, you have gone, and left no footprint

Coming was an empty promise, you have gone, and left no footprint
The moonlight slants above the roof, already the fifth watch sounds
Dreams of remote partings, cries which cannot summon,
Hurrying to finish the letter, ink which will not thicken.
The light of the candle half encloses kingfishers threaded with gold
The smell of musk comes faintly through embroidered water-lilies
Young Liu complained that Fairy Hill is far
Past Fairy Mountain, range above range, ten thousand mountains rise
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Li Shang-yin
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