I took leave of you, old friend, at the <br />Yellow Crane Pavilion; <br />In the mist and bloom of March, you went <br />down to Yang-chou: <br />A lonely sail, distant shades, extinguished by blue-- <br />There, at the horizon, where river meets sky.<br /><br />Li Po<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/farewell-to-meng-hao-jan/
