AT THE YELLOW CRANE TOWER, TAKING LEAVE OF MÊNG HAO JAN ON HIS DEPARTURE TO KUANG LING

I take leave of my dear old friend at the Yellow Crane Tower. In the flower-smelling mist of the Third Month he will arrive at Yang Chou. The single sail is shining far off—it is extinguished in the jade-coloured distance, I see only the long river flowing to the edge of Heaven.