Down From The Mountain

Li Po

As down Mount Emerald at eve I came,
       The mountain moon went all the way with me.
Backward I looked, to see the heights aflame
       With a pale light that glimmered eerily.

A little lad undid the rustic latch
       As hand in hand your cottage we did gain,
Where green limp tendrils at our cloaks did catch,
       And dim bamboos o'erhung a shadowy lane.

Gaily I cried, "Here may we rest our fill!"
       Then choicest wines we quaffed; and cheerily
"The Wind among the Pines" we sang, until
       A few faint stars hung in the Galaxy.

       Merry were you, my friend: and drunk was I,
       Blissfully letting all the world go by.

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