the willow leaf - chan tiu-lin

that maiden, dreaming at her window-ledge,
leaning on her soft white arms...
I do not love her for her great mansion on
the shore of the yellow river. I love her
because she has let fall, floating down
into the stream, a little willow leaf.

I do not love the east wind because it
carries to me the scent of those peach-trees
that are like snow on the mountains. I
love it because it has carried the little
willow leaf to my boat.

and the little willow leaf... I do not
love it because it reminds me that soft
spring has come again. I love it because the
dreaming maiden has picked a name on it
with her needle, and because that name is

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