At A Mountain Monastery

I mounted when the cock had just begun,

And reached the convent ere the bells

were done.

A gentle zephyr whispered o’er the lawn;

Behind the wood the moon gave way to


And in this pure sweet solitude I lay,

Stretching my limbs out to await the day,

No sound along the willow pathway dim

Save the soft echo of the bonzes’ hymn.

Liu Chi A.D. 1311-1375

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