Though our envoy, Su Wu, is gone, body and soul,
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Wildgeese through the clouds are still calling to the moon there
And hill-sheep unshepherded graze along the border.
. . . Returning, he found his country changed
Since with youthful cap and sword he had left it.
His bitter adventures had won him no title . . .
Autumn-waves endlessly sob in the river.