"Her name is written in the hue of heavens deep,
The Blue Peone, in whom the morning wakes.
Her spirit is a boundless realm where stars do sleep,
And from her stride, the very sunlight breaks.
No room can hold the life her presence brings;
She walks, and winter flies on silken wings."
"Her name is written in the hue of heavens deep,
The Blue Peone, in whom the morning wakes.
Her spirit is a boundless realm where stars do sleep,
And from her stride, the very sunlight breaks.
No room can hold the life her presence brings;
She walks, and winter flies on silken wings."