I would have you now see her as I see her, standing before Li Po, the great poet, in her green costume.

And Li Po, big, fat, with sad eyes and a twisted mouth, uncomfortable as be damned.

The sun shone in the garden, the butterflies, the red and black and golden butterflies, flitted from blossom to blossom.

And the bees droned.

And on the banks of the green lake the kingfisher tunneled his wee house, and the wind shook the blossoms of the apple-trees.