Mists of the Immortal Path
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Song of the Immortal Isle
From where flew this companion in rainbow robes,
Her moonlike face a little wan,
Her snowy dimples faintly shadowed,
Who knew how deep her hidden feelings ran?
Softly she breathed words of tender counsel,
Half were words that stole the soul.
Whale-tossed waves for ten thousand miles stirred my traveler's robes,
With my left hand I drew along the bright moon,
With my right I beckoned the sweeping wind,
Storming a thousand acres of rosy cloud.
Half an acre I cleared into a pond,
Where my bearded face was mirrored.
...Guan Pingchao.
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