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I am the maker,
The builder, the breaker,
The eagle-winged helper,
The speedy forsaker

Through flocks of mountains, myriad valleys, I arrive in Jingmen,where Ming-fei was born and bred--* the village is still there
Once she left the crimson terraces, there was nothing but endless desert;only her evergreen grave is left to face ...

That ancient tree, don’t let it
Until old age is knelling;
So many things it can recall,
What tales it could be telling

Phylida was a faire mayde,
As fresh as any flowre;
Whom Harpalus the herdman
To be his paramour