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
