Dew upon lonely orchids <br />Like tear-brimmed eyes. <br />No twining of love-knots, <br />Mist-wreathed flowers I cannot bear to cut. <br /> <br />Grass for her cushions, <br />Pines for her awning, <br />Wind as her skirts, <br />Water as girdle-jades. <br />In her varnished carriage <br />She is waiting at dusk. <br />Cold candles, kingfisher-green, <br />Weary with shining. <br /> <br />Over the Western Grave-mound <br />Wind-blown rain<br /><br />Li He<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/su-hsiao-hsiao-s-tomb-2/
