Hermitage at Broken-Hill Monastery
Within this coven old
By the clear dawn
Tall woods are lit with earliest rays.
Lo here and there a pathway strays
On to a hidden lawn.
The light upon yon hill
Lulls every bird;
And shadow on dark tarns set free
The soul of men from vanity.
Each sound of earth is still.
Only the temple bell is heard
Ch’ang Chien (1899-1983), China