A Feast of Lanterns: Ch‘ang-Ch‘ien: The Tomb of Chao-Chün
A Feast of Lanterns, by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1916]
Night fell on chariots to the frontier ranged,
But horses champed, for none were fain to part.
Each cursed the lying hand, the traitor's heart.
The moon surprised us scattered round the tomb,
And all our tears were changed
To little piteous lights that ringed the gloom.