A Song Of The Palace.

Poem By Bai Juyi

Her tears are spent, but no dreams come.
She can hear the others singing through the night.
She has lost his love. Alone with her beauty,
She leans till dawn on her incense-pillow.

Comments about A Song Of The Palace.

This is great melancholy song, short yet sweet.
Magical desire for love.


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