A Palace Poem (High above, from a jade chamber, songs float half-way to heaven)

High above, from a jade chamber, songs float half-way to heaven,
The palace-girls' gay voices are mingled with the wind—
But now they are still, and you hear a water-clock drip in the Court of the Moon .mw-parser-output .nowrap,.mw-parser-output .nowrap a:before,.mw-parser-output .nowrap .selflink:before{white-space:nowrap}. . . .
They have opened the curtain wide, they are facing the River of Stars.