Yon fairy Tower of purest jade how many ages knew!
From Tan-ch'iu Hill far off it seems to melt away from view.
The torrents seem to mingle with the sunlit cloudy sky.
The roofs of leaf-hung arbours are lost in mists on high.
On trees a thousand winters old the snow-white heron leaps.
One hundred feet in rainbow shape the bridge spans o'er the deeps.
In such a place might still be met some elfin sage of old.
Upon the path of Heaven I sit his coming to behold.