Is’t the wail of the night wind—the surge of the sea?
As nearer it floats it takes form in a word—
And that word, Oh, God! is the name Yang Kuei-fei!
They listen, but speak not—though both know full well
Those murmuring sounds are for one a death-knell.
Nearer,—still nearer
Those hoarse murmurs came:
Now they sound clearer,
They shout out a name.
’Tis Yang-fei’s name they call!