Visiting A Taoist On Tiatien Mountain
Li Po
Amongst bubbling streams a dog barks; peach blossom is heavy with dew; here and there a deer can be seen in forest glades! No sound of the mid-day bell enters this fastness where blue mist rises from bamboo groves; down from a high peak hangs a waterfall; non knows where he has gone, so sadly I rest, with my back leaning against a pine.
