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OLD POEM: 6 by ANONYMOUS

First Line: CROSSING THE RIVER I PLUCK HIBISCUS-FLOWERS
Last Line: "ALWAYS FRETTING, TILL WE ARE GROWN OLD!"
Subject(s): CHINA - EARLY PERIOD (TO 200 B.C.);
CROSSING the river I pluck hibiscus-flowers:
In the orchid-swamps are many fragrant herbs.
I gather them, but who shall I send them to?
My love is living in lands far away.
I turn and look towards my own country:
The long road stretches on for ever.
The same heart, yet a different dwelling:
Always fretting, till we are grown old!



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