Goodbye To Meng Hao-Jan

Dismounted, o’er wine we had said our last

say;

Then I whisper, “Dear friend, tell me whither

away.”

“Alas!” he replied, “I am sick of life’s ills

“And I long for repose on the slumbering

hills.

“But oh seek not to pierce where my footsteps

may stray:

“The white clouds will soothe me for ever and ay.”

Wang Wei A.D. 699-759

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