I climb up high and look on the four seas, <br />Heaven and earth spreading out so far. <br />Frost blankets all the stuff of autumn, <br />The wind blows with the great desert's cold. <br />The eastward-flowing water is immense, <br />All the ten thousand things billow. <br />The white sun's passing brightness fades, <br />Floating clouds seem to have no end. <br />Swallows and sparrows nest in the wutong tree, <br />Yuan and luan birds perch among jujube thorns. <br />Now it's time to head on back again, <br />I flick my sword and sing Taking the Hard Road.<br /><br />Li Po<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ancient-air/
