Love Poem by Li Duan
On Hearing Her Play The Harp
Her hands of white jade by a window of snow
Are glimmering on a golden-fretted harp –
And to draw the quick eye of Chou Yu,
She touches a wrong note now and then.
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On Hearing Her Play The Harp
Her hands of white jade by a window of snow
Are glimmering on a golden-fretted harp –
And to draw the quick eye of Chou Yu,
She touches a wrong note now and then.