A misty rain comes blowing with a wind from the east, And wheels faintly thunder beyond Hibiscus Pool. ...Round the golden-toad lock, incense is creeping; The jade tiger tells, on its cord, of water being drawn A great lady once, from behind a screen, favoured a poor youth; A fairy queen brought a bridal mat once for the ease of a prince and then vanished. ...Must human hearts blossom in spring, like all other flowers? And of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes?