Climbing in Autumn for a View from the Temple on the Terrace of General Wu

As the seasons have dealt with this ancient terrace,
So autumn breaks my homesick heart. . . .
Few pilgrims venture climbing to a temple so wild.
Up from the lake, in the mountain clouds.
... Sunset clings in the old defences,
A stone gong shivers through the empty woods.
... Of the Southern Dynasty, what remains?
Nothing but the great River.
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Liu Ch'ang-ch'ing
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