Going to the mountains with a little dancing girl, aged fifteen 

Po Chu-i (772 - 846)

Two top-knots not yet plaited into one.
Of thirty years — just beyond half.
You who are really a lady of silks and satins
Are now become my hill and stream companion !
At the spring fountains together we splash and play:
On the lovely trees together we climb and sport.
Her cheeks grow rosy, as she quickens her sleeve-dancing;
Her brows grow sad, as she slows her song's tune.
Don't go singing the Song of the Willow Branches. '
When there's no one here with a heart for you to break!

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Source. About the poet. Illustration from the video Feeling from Mountain and Water.