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 [34] HEARING THE EARLY ORIOLE

the sun rose I was still lying in bed; An early oriole sang on the roof of my house. For a moment I thought of the Royal Park at dawn When the Birds of Spring greeted their Lord from his trees. I remembered the days when I served before the Throne Pencil in hand, on duty at the Ch'ēng-ming; At the height of spring, when I paused an instant from work, Morning and evening, was this the voice I heard? Now in my exile the oriole sings again In the dreary stillness of Hsün-yang town. . . The bird's note cannot really have changed; All the difference lies in the listener's heart. If he could but forget that he lives at the World's end, The bird would sing as it sang in the Palace of old. [65]