Bai Juyi (772–846 / Taiyuan, Shanxi)
A Song of the Palace.
Her tears are spent, but no dreams come.
She can hear the others singing through the night.
She has lost his love. Alone with her beauty,
She leans till dawn on her incense-pillow.
Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004
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