Reading in my book this cold night,
I have forgotten to go to sleep.
The perfumes have died on the gilded bed-cover;
The last smoke must have left the hearth
When I was not looking.
My beautiful friend snatches away the lamp.
Do you know what the time is?
From the Chinese of Yuan Mei (1715-1797).
In The Cold Night
Edward Powys Mathers
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