well-head.
I was strangely troubled lest the pitcher should be lost,
And started wildly running to look for help.
From village to village I scoured that high plain;
The men were gone: the dogs leapt at my throat.
I came back and walked weeping round the well;
Faster and faster the blinding tears flowed--
Till my own sobbing suddenly woke me up;
My room was silent; no one in the house stirred;
The flame of my candle flickered with a green smoke;
The tears I had shed glittered in the candle-light.
A bell sounded; I knew it was the midnight-chime;
I sat up in bed and tried to arrange my thoughts:
The plain in my dream was the graveyard at Ch`ang-an,
Those hundred acres of untilled land.
The soil heavy and the mounds heaped high;
And the dead below them laid in deep troughs.
Deep are the troughs, yet sometimes dead men
Find their way to the world above the grave.
And to-night my love who died long ago
Came into my dream as the pitcher sunk in the well.
That was why the tears suddenly streamed from my eyes,
Streamed from my eyes and fell on the collar of my dress.

PO HSING-CHIEN

[_A.D. 799-831_]

[_Brother_ of Po-Chuu-i]

[65] THE STORY OF MISS LI

Miss Li, ennobled with the title "Lady of Ch`ien-kuo," was once a
prostitute in Ch`ang-an. The devotion of her conduct was so remarkable
that I have thought it worth while to record her story. In the T`ien-pao
era[1] there was a certain nobleman, Governor of Ch`ang-chou and Lord of
Jung-yang, whose name and surname I will omit. He was a man of great
wealth and highly esteemed by all. He had passed his fiftieth year and
had a son who was close on twenty, a boy who in literary talent
outstripped all his companions. His father was proud of him and had
great hopes of his future. "This," he would say, "is the
'thousand-league colt' of our family." When the time came for the lad to
compete at the Provincial Examinations, his father gave him fine clothes
and a handsome coach with richly caparisoned horses for the journey; and
to provide for his expense at the Capital, he gave him a large sum of
money, saying, "I am sure that your talent is such that you will succeed
at the first attempt; but I am giving you two years' supply, that you
may pursue your career free from all anxiety." The young man was also
quite confident and saw himself getting the first place as clearly as he