Classic Poem

I

The beauty of the South!
Once I was familiar with all its sights and sounds.
At sunrise, river flowers redder than flame,
In spring, river waters the blue of indigo.
Can I help remembering the South?

II

Memories of the South!
Most fondly I remember Hangchow.
Visiting temples in the hills in quest of cassia seeds dropped from the moon;
Watching the Tidal Bore from my pillow in the pavilion of my office.
When shall I ever revisit Hangchow?

III

Memories of the South!
Next I recall the stately mansions of Wu.
A cup of fine Wu vintage —
The color of spring bamboo leaf;
Wu damsels dancing in pairs —
Lotus blossoms flushed with wine.
When shall I meet them again?