ON THE BORDER Zhang Qiao Though a bugle breaks the crystal air of autumn, Soldiers, in the look-out, watch at ease today The spring wind blowing across green graves And the pale sun setting beyond Liangzhou.
,; Rise up -for you the flag is flung -for you the bugle trills, ,,: For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths-for you the shores crowding, ,——,; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turing; ,,; Here, Captain!
Then she heard the bugle sounding through the water, and thought—"He is certainly sailing above, he on whom my wishes depend, and in whose hands I should like to place the happiness of my life.
