The limpid river, past its bushes
Flowing slowly as my chariot,
Seems a fellow-voyager
Returning with the evening-birds.
A ruined city-wall overtops an old ferry,
Autumn sunset floods the peaks. . .
Far away, beside Mount Sung,
I shall rest and close my door.
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