Marble Stairs Grievance

On Marble Stairs
still grows the white dew
That has all night
soaked her silk slippers,

But she lets down
her crystal blind now
And sees through glaze
the moon of autumn.

He drifts on blue water
under the clear moon,
picking white lilies on South Lake.
Every lotus blossom
speaks of love
until his heart will break.  -- Li Po