The Jade Mountain/Thoughts in the Cold
THOUGHTS IN THE COLD
You are gone. The river is high at my door.Cicadas are mute on dew-laden boughs.This is a moment when thoughts enter deep.I stand alone for a long while.. . . The North Star is nearer to me now than spring,And couriers from your southland never arrive—Yet I doubt my dream on the far horizonThat you have found another friend.