Crimson Stream Temple
At Crimson Peak the clouds are thickest;
But the mystic's road is clear though it turns
Again and again.
The mountain flowers, glistening with frosty dew,
Reflect the moon;
And safe within the stands of bamboo, a kingfisher bird
Scolds humanity.
At dawn, rain beats a tattoo on the rocks.
In a crazed sortie, the dragon strikes at distant retreats,
Making clouds come in so thick that morning turns to dusk.
By noon there's Armistice!
Sun and peace and a world that's fresh and new.
At Crimson Peak the clouds are thickest;
But the mystic's road is clear though it turns
Again and again.
The mountain flowers, glistening with frosty dew,
Reflect the moon;
And safe within the stands of bamboo, a kingfisher bird
Scolds humanity.
At dawn, rain beats a tattoo on the rocks.
In a crazed sortie, the dragon strikes at distant retreats,
Making clouds come in so thick that morning turns to dusk.
By noon there's Armistice!
Sun and peace and a world that's fresh and new.
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