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
dawn.
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