Chapter IV · The Province of Kweichow
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“Methinks there’s a genius Roams in the mountains. ... But dark is the forest Where now is my dwelling, Never the light of day Reaches its shadow. Thither a perilous Pathway meanders. Lonely I stand On the lonelier hill-top, Cloudland beneath me And cloudland around me. Softly the wind bloweth, Softly the rain falls, Joy like a mist blots The thoughts of my home out.” —(Ch’ü Yüan: Fourth Century B.C.) Translated by Cranmer Byng.