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© Wang Wei
In a happy reign there should be no hermits;
The wise and able should consult together....
Who wakenest with thy balmy breath
To myriads on the genial earth,
Memories of bridal, or of birth,
And unto myriads more, of death.
Old warder of these buried bones,
And answering now my random stroke
And gazing on thee, sullen tree,
Sick for thy stubborn hardihood,
I seem to fail from out my blood
And grow incorporate into thee.