The Jade Mountain/On Seeing Wang Leave for the South
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ON SEEING WANG LEAVE FOR THE SOUTH
Toward a mist upon the waterStill I wave my hand and sob,For the flying bird is lost in spaceBeyond a desolate green mountain . . .But now the long river, the far lone sail,The five lakes, gleam like spring in the sunset;And down an island white with duckweedComes the quiet of communion.