Blue mountains to the north of the walls, <br />White river winding about them; <br />Here we must make separation <br />And go out through a thousand miles of dead grass. <br /> <br />Mind like a floating wide cloud, <br />Sunset like the parting of old acquaintances <br />Who bow over their clasped hands at a distance. <br />Our horses neigh to each others <br />as we are departing.<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/taking-leave-of-a-friend/
