Rivers and mountains beyond the form seen:
Hsiang-yang’s beauty brings them in reach,
and Long-View has the highest peak around.
Somehow I’d never climbed its cragged heights,
its rocky cliffs like walls hacked and scraped
and towering over mountains crowded near,
but today, skies so bright and clear, I set out.
Soon the far end of sight’s all boundless away,
Cloud-Dream southlands a trifle in the palm,
Warrior-Knoll lost in that realm of blossoms.
And back on my horse, riding home at dusk,
a vine-sifted moon keeps the stream lit deep.