The phoenix are at play on their terrace. <br />The phoenix are gone, the river Hows on alone. <br />Flowers and grass <br />Cover over the dark path <br />where lay the dynastic house of the Go. <br />The bright cloths and bright caps of Shin <br />Are now the base of old hills. <br /> <br />The Three Mountains fall through the far heaven, <br />The isle of White Heron <br />splits the two streams apart. <br />Now the high clouds cover the sun <br />And I can not see Choan afar <br />And I am sad.<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-city-of-choan/
