A girl of the Lu clan who lives in Golden-Wood Hall, Where swallows perch in pairs on beams of tortoiseshell, Hears the washing-mallets' cold beat shake the leaves down. ...The Liaoyang expedition will be gone ten years, And messages are lost in the White Wolf River. ...Here in the City of the Red Phoenix autumn nights are long, Where one who is heart-sick to see beyond seeing, Sees only moonlight on the yellow-silk wave of her loom.