MOORING AT TWILIGHT IN YUYI DISTRICT
Furling my sail near the town of Huai，
I find for harbour a little cove
Where a sudden breeze whips up the waves.
The sun is growing dim now and sinks in the dusk.
People are coming home. The bright mountain-peak darkens.
Wildgeese fly down to an island of white weeds.
……At midnight I think of a northern city-gate，
And I hear a bell tolling between me and sleep.