Lady Yang Kuei-Fei at the Imperialfeast of the Peony—I

The glory of trailing clouds is in her garments,
And the radiance of a flower on her face.
O heavenly apparition, found only far above
On the top of the Mountain of Many Jewels,
Or in the fairy Palace of Crystal when the moon is up!
Yet I see her here in the earth’s garden—
The spring wind softly sweeps the balustrade,
And the dew-drops glisten thickly . . . .