A pity it is evening, yet <br />I do love the water of this spring <br />seeing how clear it is, how clean; <br />rays of sunset gleam on it, <br />lighting up its ripples, making it <br />one with those who travel <br />the roads; I turn and face <br />the moon; sing it a song, then <br />listen to the sound of the wind <br />amongst the pines.<br /><br />Li Po<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cold-clear-spring-at-nanyang/
