Green, Green Riverside Grass

by Anne Birrell
Dense, dense dust on the bed,
My inner heart remembers past love
Past love I cannot bear to remember,
Midnight's endless sighing
Sighing I imagine his face
Who did not want this long parting.
Separation slowly grown prolonged
My empty bed I give in to cups of wine.
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English
Author of original: 
Shen Yüeh
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Short Poems
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