Listless I lie in early spring, then dressed in white,
I go to the white Gate but there you can't be seen.
Your red chamber veiled in rain is cold to the sight;
My cab comes back alone, lamplight on beaded screen.
Far off, you should be grieved to see the parting spring day;
Your image lingers in my dream late in the night.
How to send you these jade-earrings so far away?
O'er miles of cloud can I find a wild goose in flight?
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