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The Temple Bell
Zheng Chouyu
I heard the temple bell again
And took it for the Galway left on the gramophone overnight
Dewdrops glided down the pine window
And split the spectrum of the morning sun into seven different whites
The last of which I’m drinking
The milk in the glass
But the nun who brought the milk left before dawn
And shut the door
n. 光谱，范围，系列
