The crows are flocking homeward all chilled in twilight's close.
Upon the Autumn gale the geese their passage wing away.
Across the tinted waters there floats the orb of day;
And flickers on the river the sunset's hazy ray.
With autumn flowers of madder the whitened islets sway.
Through scanty leaves all red the rich persimmon glows.
How flat and damp Changsha this temperature shows,
Where yet October's air is braved with summer clothes.