This page needs to be proofread.
- 56. THE INTRUDER
The grass of Yen is growing green and long £Q While in Chin the leafy mulberry branches hang low. /^v£ Even now while my longing heart is breaking,
Are you thinking, my dear, of coming back to me?
— wind of spring, you are a stranger, Why do you enter through the silken curtains of my bower?
��[86]
�� �
