Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE LOST ONE, by MENG HAO-JAN


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THE LOST ONE, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: The red gleam o'er the mountains
Last Line: The lost one to my breast.
Alternate Author Name(s): Meng Hao-ran
Subject(s): Nature


The red gleam o'er the mountains
Goes wavering from sight,
And the quiet moon enhances
The loveliness of night.

I open wide my casement
To breathe the rain-cooled air.
And mingle with the moonlight
The dark waves of my hair.

The night wind tells me secrets
Of lotus lilies blue;
And hour by hour the willows
Shake down the chiming dew.

I fain would take the zither,
By some stray fancy led;
But there are none to hear me,
And who can charm the dead?

So all my day-dreams follow
The bird that leaves the nest;
And in the night I gather
The lost one to my breast.








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