Self-Condolence for Wife's Death
Why did the encounter come so late? Why did the parting happen so swift? Grief was tasted before knowing delight. The wine at her funeral was The leftover at her wedding; Her shroud was her wedding dress. In the window front, The small old-time peach blossomed; Outside the blind, A pair of swallows came to a new nest. Whether she had virtue or not Was asked to her mother; She said, “My daughter had talent And virtue, together.”