The Wasteland Of Time's Heart Poem by William He

The Wasteland of Time's Heart
By William He

How often the land of dreams wears the weight of pain,
Where the martyrs' cries anneal to gold, and char.
Sun's fingers weave light into the rich cloth of wealth,
While the moonlight bleeds through every hovel's bar.
A ghost-stream sinks through strata, cold and deep,
Feeding the roots of landlords, clay-blooded, risen.
In slumber, butterflies harness one thousand steeds,
Awake, the heart lies dormant in time's desolate hold.

七律 马院杂感
作者：何威廉

人间仙境几回唱，
前辈悲歌化绛英。
日曜高台烧尾绮，
月留荜户藿藜伧。
幽灵已往大幽去，
地主仍从土地生。
蝶梦纵然千乘好，
醒来身在洛阳城。