THE INLAID HARP
I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings，
Each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth.
……The sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming， bewitched by butterflies，
The spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo，
Mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea，
Blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun……
And a moment that ought to have lasted for ever
Has come and gone before I knew.