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AUTUMN ACROSS THE FRONTIER by PO CHU-YI

First Line: THE LAST RED LEAVES DROOP SADLY O'ER THE SLAIN
Last Line: YET DREAMS, AND WOODLANDS, AND THE CHASE ARE MINE.
Subject(s): WAR;
The last red leaves droop sadly o'er the slain;
In the long tower my cup of wine I drain,
Watching the mist-flocks driven through the hills,
And great blown roses ravished by the rain.

The beach tints linger down the frontier line,
And sounding waters shimmer to the brine;
Over the Yellow Kingdom breaks the sun,
Yet dreams, and woodlands, and the chase are mine.





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