Going Up Yoyang Tower

We climbed Yoyang Tower with
All the scene around coming
Into vision; looking up the
Great River seeing boats turn
And enter the Tungting Lake; geese
Crying farewell to the river
As they flew south; evening falling
As if mountain tops upt up the moon
With their lips; and we in the Yoyang
Tower as if with heads amongst
The cloud, drinking wine as if the cups
Came from heaven itself; then
Having drunk our fill there blew
A cold wind filling out our
Sleeves, it seeming as though
We were dancing in time with it.

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