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OLD POEM: 16 by ANONYMOUS

First Line: "THE BRIGHT MOON, OH, HOW WHITE IT SHINES"
Last Line: FALLING TEARS WET MY MANTLE AND ROBE
Subject(s): ABSENCE;CHINA - EARLY PERIOD (TO 200 B.C.); SEPARATION;ISOLATION;
THE bright moon, oh, how white it shines,
Shines down on the gauze curtains of my bed.
Racked by sorrow I toss and cannot sleep.
Picking up my clothes, I wander up and down.
My absent love says that he is happy,
But I would rather he said he was coming back.
Out in the courtyard I stand hesitating, alone.
To whom can I tell the sad thoughts I think?
Staring before me I enter my room again;
Falling tears wet my mantle and robe.



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