The crow fly back perching on Ku Su's high Tower;
And flushing with Hsi Shih is Wu Wang's rich bower.
They sang and they danced and they merrymade still
When half of the sun sank behind the green hill.
In golden clepsydra the silver gauge showed
How long yet the night ere the shaded hours fly.
On the river's low ripples the clear Moonlight glowed.
But oh! what delight when it mounted on high!