It dwells in the quiet silence, Unseen upon hill and plain,'Tis lapped by the tideless harmonies, It soars with the lonely crane. As the springtime breeze whose flutter The silken skirts hath blown,As the wind-drawn note of the bamboo flute Whose charm we would make our own, -- Chance-met, it seems to surrender; Sought, and it lures us on;Ever shifting in form and fantasy, It eludes us, and is gone.

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Creator: Ssu-K`ung T`u
Nationality / cultural background: Chinese
Work / edition: 1909 translation

Translation: L. Cranmer-Byng · English

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In the source: Tranquil Repose

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