The Jade Mountain/Early Autumn

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EARLY AUTUMN
There's a harp in the midnight playing clear,While the west wind rustles a green vine;There's a low cloud touching the jade-white dewAnd an early wildgoose in the River of Stars. . . . ​Night in the tall trees clings to dawn;Light makes folds in the distant hills;And here on the Huai, by one falling leaf,I can feel a storm on Lake Tung-t'ing.

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