The Moon and the Mountains

The Moon and the Mountains

Yu Liang Shih

Spring and these mountains grow so dear
   I cannot leave them here alone.
   Their bloom-breath through my sleeves is blown.

Hark! from the bell-tower, lone and clear
   O’er the trees the bells intone:
Spring and these mountains grow so dear,
   Go not thou, though day is gone!

Under the bridge above the weir
   I scooped the Moon up where she shone;
   Now broken-globed she ripples on.
She and these hills have grown so dear
   They will not leave my heart alone.
   Their bloom-dust o’er my coat is strown.

The Theosophical Path, January 1919