Mooring at Twilight in Yu-yi 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.