A silver pool

TO LY-Y-HANE

Reading edition

Chinese Poetess, 12th Century A. D.⁠[1]

Once I heard a singing wind, Across a still lagoon, I thought a thousand bells of jade Were swinging in the moon. And once, I felt soft petals Fall from a flowering quince, And trembled when I half divined Your song, that died long since. Above the dread and somber beat Of mighty, dragon wings, Perhaps my quiet heart will hear Your lute of silver strings.

Notes in this chapter

Note 1 · LY-Y-HANE Ly-y-Hane lived during the Song Dynasty, in the 12th century of our era. She is admired, not only as a clever and graceful compos