A King of Liang

There was a King of Liang -- a king of wondrous might --

Who kept an open palace, where music charmed the night --

Since he was Lord of Liang a thousand years have flown,

And of the towers he builded yon ruin stands alone.

There reigns a heavy silence; gaunt weeds through windows pry,

And down the streets of Liang old echoes, wailing, die.