Only a Fragrant Spray

Name of poet unknown (Han Dynasty or earlier)

Ah me, the day you left me
Was full of weary hours;
But the tree ’neath which we parted
Was rich with leaves and flowers.

And from its fragrant branches
I plucked a tiny spray,
And hid it in my bosom
In memory of that day.

I know the endless distance
Must shut you from my view,
But the flower’s gentle fragrance
Brings sweetest thoughts of you.

And, though it’s but a trifle,
Which none would prize for gain,
It oft renews our parting,
With all the love and pain.