HARMONIZING A POEM BY PALACE-ATTENDANT GUO
High beyond the thick wall a tower shines with sunset
Where peach and plum are blooming and the willowcotton flies.
You have heard in your office the court-bell of twilight；
Birds find perches， officials head for home.
Your morning-jade will tinkle as you thread the golden palace；
You will bring the word of Heaven from the closing gates at night.
And I should serve there with you； but being full of years，
I have taken off official robes and am resting from my troubles.