Boundless grasses over the plain <br />Come and go with every season; <br />Wildfire never quite consumes them -- <br />They are tall once more in the spring wind. <br />Sweet they press on the old high- road <br />And reach the crumbling city-gate.... <br />O Prince of Friends, you are gone again.... <br />I hear them sighing after you.<br /><br />Bai Juyi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grasses/
