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 [45] PARTING FROM THE WINTER STOVE

the fifth day after the rise of Spring, Everywhere the season's gracious altitudes! The white sun gradually lengthening its course, The blue-grey clouds hanging as though they would fall; The last icicle breaking into splinters of jade; The new stems marshalling red sprouts. The things I meet are all full of gladness; It is not only I who love the Spring. To welcome the flowers I stand in the back garden; To enjoy the sunlight I sit under the front eaves. Yet still in my heart there lingers one regret; Soon I shall part with the flame of my red stove!