The stars of last night and the wind of last night <br />Are west of the Painted Chamber and east of Cinnamon Hall. <br />...Though I have for my body no wings like those of the bright- coloured phoenix, <br />Yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn. <br />Across the spring-wine, while it warms me, I prompt you how to bet <br />Where, group by group, we are throwing dice in the light of a crimson lamp; <br />Till the rolling of a drum, alas, calls me to my duties <br />And I mount my horse and ride away, like a water-plant cut adrift.<br /><br />Li Shangyin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-one-unnamed-2/
