CANTO 49

For the seven lakes, and by no man these verse :
Rain; empty river; a voyage

Fire from frozen cloud, heavy rain in the twilight
Under the *cabin* roof was one lantern.

The reeds are heavy; bent;
and the bamboos speak as if weeping.

Autumn moon; hills rise about lakes
against sunset

Evening is like a curtain of cloud,
a blurr above ripples; and through it
sharp long spikes of the cinnamon,
a cold tune amid reeds.

Behind hill the monk's bell
borne on the wind.

Sail passed here in April; may return in October
Beat fades in silver; slowly;

Sun blaze alone on the river.

Where wine flag catches the sunset
& Sparse chimneys *rope* in the cross light

Comes then snow sour on the river
And *the* world is covered with jade