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 5. THE LONG-DEPARTED LOVER Fair one, when you were here, I filled the house with flowers. Fair one, now you are gone—only an empty couch is left. On the couch the embroidered quilt is rolled up; I cannot sleep. It is three years since you went. The perfume you left behind haunts me still.

The perfume strays about me forever, but where are you, Beloved? I sigh—the yellow leaves fall from the branch, I weep—the dew twinkles white on the green mosses. [30]