Classic Poem

Choosing plain words
To express simple thoughts,
Suddenly I happened upon a recluse,
And seemed to see the heart of Tao.
Beside the winding brook,
Beneath dark pine-trees' shade,
There was one stranger bearing a faggot,
Another listening to the lute
And so, where my fancy led me,
Better than if I had sought it,
Theard the music of heaven,
Astounded by its rare strains.