Classic Poem

I packed my bags in dawn moonlight,
Wait on the fading stars to speed up my riding whip.
From the sheer tower make my way over cinnabar cliffs,
Off twisting bridges reach to azure screens.
Among clouds I'm lost in the shadows of trees,
Then in fog can't make out the forms of the cliffs
And now again a chill gust comes,
Sets flying night's fireflies in deserted mountains.