Li Shang-yin . Falling Petals . Gone is the guest from the Chamber of Rank, And petals, confused in my little garden, Zigagging down my crooked path, Escort like dancers the setting sun. Oh, how can I bear to sweep them away? To a sad-eyed watcher they never return. Heart's fragrance is spent with the ending of spring And nothing left but a tear-stained robe.