In the Yellow Dusk (No. 1 of Two Songs of Old China, 1916)

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m22, r.h.: natural sign on middle C missing on beat 3 in original

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The yellow dusk winds round the city wall:
The crows are drawn to nest;
Silently down the west
They hasten home, and from the branches call.
A woman sits and weaves with fingers deft
Her story of the flower-lit stream,
Threading the jasper gauze in dream,
Till, like faint smoke, it dies, and she, bereft,
Recalls the parting words that died
Under the casement some far eventide,
And stays the disappointed loom,
While from the little lonely room
Into the lonely night she peers:
And, like the rain, unheeded fall her tears.