Mists of the Immortal Path
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A word to the graceful maiden among the flowers:
Your radiant beauty shone, your eyes clear and bright.
A frail gourd leaf could scarcely bear you across to wedded bliss.
Deliverance need not come aboard compassion's ferry.
-Guan Pingchao
Xing Yan's poem of admonition to Lady Rui; see Volume Three, Chapter Seven.
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