A Farewell[48]

Far up the Song-Yang's sacred mountain, Unrestrained by lock or bridge, Plows a pure and peaceful streamlet 'Neath the 'Gem-Maid's' grassy ridge. There at eve midst pine-trees sombre Looms the large and lustrous moon; And within my ancient dwelling You I hope to welcome soon. Yes, my friend, I'll come to see you At the closing of the year, In your home among the mountains, Where you live without a fear. Deep in searching for the Chang-pu, With its bloom-flushed purple flower, Which endows the happy finder With immortal life and power. Ere I come you may have found it, And to realms where genii dwell Winged your flight upon the dragon, Bidding to our earth farewell.