The Jade Mountain/From My Study at the Mouth of the Valley
FROM MY STUDY AT THE MOUTH
OF THE VALLEY
OF THE VALLEY
A Message To Censor Yang
At a little grass-hut in the valley of the river,Where a cloud seems born from a viney wall,You will love the bamboos new with rain,And mountains tender in the sunset.
Cranes drift early here to restAnd autumn flowers are slow to fade. . . .I have bidden my pupil to sweep the grassy pathFor the coming of my friend.