Pines and cedars, a hundred feet of green, clinging to the earth

Pines and cedars, a hundred feet of green, clinging to the earth.
The hermit's robe is ragged, his hair, spotted with grey.
The desolate mountain is silent — no human voices here!
Among the wolves and tigers, he reads the Tao te ching.
Author of original: 
T'ang Yin
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