Ou Yang Hsiu. Bell Hill

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"A Feast of Lanterns", by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1916],

Bell Hill

In the ravine the water wanders through;

Soundless it laps the stems of tall bamboo.

Westward a tiny strip of green all scrolled

With fairy pennons flaunting, red and gold.

Oh rare! Oh delicate is spring!

Thatched roofs face one another. All day long

Silent I dream. No bird breaks into song,

The very hills are slumbering.