The Jade Mountain
Sunset lingers at the ferry,Supper-smoke floats up from the houses.. . . Oh, when shall I pledge the great Hermit againAnd sing a wild poem at Five Willows?
(34, 2a)
AN AUTUMN EVENING IN THE MOUNTAINS
After rain the empty mountainStands autumnal in the evening,Moonlight in its groves of pine,Stones of crystal in its brooks.Bamboos whisper of washer-girls bound home,Lotus-leaves yield before a fisher-boat—And what does it matter that springtime has gone,While you are here, O Prince of Friends?
(68)
BOUND HOME TO MOUNT SUNG
The limpid river, past its bushesRunning slowly as my chariot,Becomes a fellow voyagerReturning home with the evening birds.A ruined city-wall overtops an old ferry,
192
