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 ��110. ON A MOONLIGHT NIGHT

The stream reflects the lean foliage of a pine —

An old pine of unremembered years.

The cold moonlight gleams on the tremulous water,

And pours into my room by the window door.

I prolong my futile singing to-night,

Deploring thee — how deeply, prince!

For no more shalt thou see a true vassal like An-tao.

My song, ceasing, leaves the grief in my heart.

��This is a poem composed probably after the rebellion of An Lu-shan and the flight of the emperor from the capital, the "prince** referring to the emperor. [158]

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