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��96. THE BORDERLAND MOON
The bright moon is above the Peak of Heaven In the far cloud-sea of Tartary.
The wind sweeps on for ten thousand miles And blows over the Pass of the Jewel Gate.
The imperial army marches down the Po-tung road While the barbarian foe pries the Bay of Chin-hai.
The warriors watch the skies of the borderland, And many faces are sad with thoughts of home.
Never yet from the battlefield A man was seen returning — al'as!
To-night at the high house, where she is waiting, There is sighing and moaning without ceasing.
��The Jewel Gate Pass, or Yu-men, in Anhsi, Kansu. Po-tung. Perhaps, Ba-tung, on the old trade route to Tibet.
Ching-hai. Kokonor, a lake in Mongolia. [140]
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