{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/mtc/mtc30.htm","path":"cfu/mtc/mtc30.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/mtc/mtc30.htm","text":"More Translations from the Chinese, by Arthur Waley, [1919]\nWashed by the rain, dust and grime are laid;\n Skirting the river, the road's course is flat.\n The moon has risen on the last remnants of night;\n The travellers' speed profits by the early cold.\n In the great silence I whisper a faint song;\n In the black darkness are bred sombre thoughts.\n On the lotus-banks hovers a dewy breeze;\n Through the rice-furrows trickles a singing stream.\n At the noise of our bells a sleeping dog stirs;\n At the sight of our torches a roosting bird wakes.\n Dawn glimmers through the shapes of misty trees\u2026\n For ten miles, till day at last breaks.","title":"More Translations from the Chinese: Po Ch\u00fc-i: Starti...","type":"page"}