The Jade Mountain
Liu Shên-hsü
虛眘劉
A POEM
(Its Title Lost)
On a road outreaching the white clouds,By a spring outrunning the bluest river,Petals come drifting on the windAnd the brook is sweet with them all the way.My quiet gate is a mountain-trail,And the willow-trees about my cottageSift on my sleeve, through the shadowy noon,Distillations of the sun.
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