Shi Ji Zhuan | ||
The wings of the ephemera ,
Are robes , bright and splendid .
My heart is grieved ;—
Would they but come and abide with me !
Are robes , bright and splendid .
My heart is grieved ;—
Would they but come and abide with me !
The wings of the ephemera ,
Are robes , variously adorned .
My heart is grieved ;—
Would they but come and rest with me !
Are robes , variously adorned .
My heart is grieved ;—
Would they but come and rest with me !
The ephemera bursts from its hole ,
With a robe of hemp like snow .
My heart is grieved ;—
Would they but come and lodge with me !
With a robe of hemp like snow .
My heart is grieved ;—
Would they but come and lodge with me !
Shi Ji Zhuan | ||