For the seven lakes, and by no man these verses:Rain; empty river; a voyage,Fire from frozen cloud, heavy rain in the twilightUnder the cabin roof was one lantern.The reeds are heavy; bent;and the bamboos speak as if weeping.Autumn moon; hills rise about lakesagainst sunsetEvening is like a curtain of cloud,a blurr above ripples1; and through itsharp long spikes2 of the cinnamon,a cold tune3 amid reeds.Behind hill the monk's bellborne on the wind.Sail passed here in April; may return in OctoberBoat fades in silver; slowly;Sun blaze alone on the river.Where wine flag catches the sunsetSparse chimneys smoke in the cross lightComes then snow scur on the riverAnd a world is covered with jadeSmall boat floats like a lanthorn,The flowing water closts as with cold. And at San Yinthey are a people of leisure.Wild geese swoop4 to the sand-bar,Clouds gather about th
