The Temple of Su Wu

Though our envoy, Su Wu, is gone, body and soul,
This temple survives, these trees endure . . .
Wildgeese through the clouds are still calling to the moon there
And hill-sheep unshepherded graze along the border.
. . . Returning, he found his country changed
Since with youthful cap and sword he had left it.
His bitter adventures had won him no title . . .
Autumn-waves endlessly sob in the river.