The Power of the Watchman Continually Increases Tenfold
One lost cloud, long and soft,
Drapes itself over the mountain
Like an ermine fur piece
Tinged with dark specks of oil
The Mogul's son sits under the bo-tree
The zircon crown weighs heavy on his head
He gazes at the misty girls of heaven
Ozone rings the blue hair of the peaks
They are the great dim peaks of Asia
Like great elephants dancing on the earth
Distant thunder music answers their steps
Like a dogcart drawing the day's orb into mutton
Smoke flows across the meadows of the sun
Cold as a bell are the ignorant cows
Whose odor floats by like a tang of snow
Blown off to the stars by the autumn moon
Structure
16 lines · 4 stanzas