And daisies burn like stars on the darkened hill. The leaves on the trees, abandoned by the light, Look to the earth, and whisper, and are still. The bat with horned wings, tumbling through the darkness, Breaks the web, and the spider falls to the ground. The starry dewdrop gathers upon the oakleaf, Clings to the edge, and falls without a sound. White skeletons dance on the moonlit grass, Singing maidens are buried in deep graves, The stars hang over a sea like polished glass . . .
White unicorns come gravely down to the water.
No silver bells are heard. Wet weed hangs on the rock. In shimmering pools Left on the rocks by the receding sea Starfish slowly turn their white and brown Or writhe on the naked rocks and drown. The unicorns come down to the sea. 4 Senlin, walking before us in the sunlight, Bending his small legs in a peculiar way, Goes to his work with thoughts of the universe.