Green grows the grass upon the bank,

The willow-shoots are long and lank ;

A lady in a glistening gown

Opens the casement and looks down.

The roses on her cheek blush bright,

Her rounded arm is dazzling white ;

A singing-girl in early life,

And now a careless roué’s wife…..

Ah, if he does not mind his own,

He’ll find some day the bird has flown!

Mei Shêng, 2nd cent. B.C.

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