Singing-Girls in the Brazen Bird
The wind of autumn sends leaves fluttering down,
Its lonely crying clear as strings and flutes
We gaze at the tomb and sing his Drinking Song
Facing his canopy, we dance The Empty City.
Broad roofs and eaves stretch peacefully out below,
The curtains flutter lightly in the breeze.
When the songs have ended, rising we stare to hear
Murmur of pines and cypress through the dusk.
Its lonely crying clear as strings and flutes
We gaze at the tomb and sing his Drinking Song
Facing his canopy, we dance The Empty City.
Broad roofs and eaves stretch peacefully out below,
The curtains flutter lightly in the breeze.
When the songs have ended, rising we stare to hear
Murmur of pines and cypress through the dusk.
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