Various authors, A Hundred and Seventy Chinese Poems… (1919)
“ Her teeth are pressed on her red lips: She bows and kneels countless times. She must humble herself even to the servants. His love is distant as the stars in Heaven, Yet the sunflower bends toward the sun. Their hearts more sundered than water and fire — A hundred evils are heaped upon her. Her face will follow the years' changes: Her lord will find new pleasures. They that were once like substance and shadow Are now as far as Hu from Ch'in. [1] Yet Hu and Ch'in shall sooner meet Than they whose parting is like Ts'an and Ch'ēn. [2] ↑ Two lands. ↑ Two stars. ”
