Peach-tree flowers over rising waters. <br />White drowned stones, then free again. <br />Wistaria-blossom on quivering branches. <br />Clear blue sky. The waxing moon. <br />How many tight-coiled scrolls of bracken, <br />On green tracks where I once walked? <br />When I’m back from exile in Yeh-lang, <br />There I’ll transmute my bones to gold.<br /><br />Li Po<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remembering-the-springs-at-ch-ih-chou/
