The Jade Mountain/Grasses

by Bai Juyi

GRASSES

Boundless grasses over the plainCome and go with every season;Wildfire never quite consumes them—They are tall once more in the spring wind.Sweet they press on the old high-roadAnd reach the crumbling city-gate. . . .O Prince of Friends, you are gone again. . . .I hear them sighing after you.

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