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 The white dew wets the moor-grasses,— With sudden swiftness the times and seasons change. The autumn cicada sings among the trees, The swallows, alas, whither are they gone?

Once I had a same-house friend, He took flight and rose high away. He did not remember how once we went hand in hand, But left me like footsteps behind one in the dust.

In the South is the Winnowing-fan and the Pole-star in the North, And a Herd-boy whose ox has never borne the yoke. A friend who is not firm as a great rock Is of no profit and idly bears the name.

away twinkles the Herd-boy star; Brightly shines the Lady of the Han River. [ 63 ]