A Feast of Lanterns, by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1916], at sacred-texts.com

p. 75

AT THE KUANG-LI PAVILION

Red-skirted ladies, robed for fairyland, all have flown,
But my heart to the wail of their long reed-pipes lilts on:
Their clarion songs ’mid the wandering clouds were blown,
The tiny-waisted, dreamily-dancing girls are gone.