by Tu Mu (803 - 853?)
Translation by Herbert Allen Giles (1845 - 1935)

A lost love
Language: English  after the Chinese (中文) 
Too late, alas! . . . . I came to find
  the lovely spring had fled.
Yet must I not regret the days
  of youth that now are dead;
For though the rosy buds of spring
  the cruel winds have laid,
Behold the clustering fruit that hangs
  beneath the leafy shade!

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This text was added to the website: 2010-05-07
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Word count: 51