Four Songs from 'A Lute of Jade'

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Down by the eastern gate
The willow wood's astir;
From dusk to dawn I wait
Through the soundless hours for her,
Till the morning star is shining.

Down by the eastern gate
The willow-thicket pales;
From dusk to dawn I wait
Till the last red lantern fails,
And the morning star is shining.

High o'er the hill the moon barque steers.
   The lantern lights depart.
Dead springs are stirring in my heart;
      And there are tears. . . .
But that which makes my grief more deep
Is that you know not when I weep.

There was a King of Liang -- a king of wondrous might --
Who kept an open palace, where music charmed the night --

Since he was Lord of Liang a thousand years have flown,
And of the towers he builded yon ruin stands alone.

There reigns a heavy silence; gaunt weeds through windows pry,
And down the streets of Liang old echoes, wailing, die.