The sun has set in the water's clear void, And little blue islands are one with the sky. On the bank a horse neighs. A boat goes by. People gather at a willow- clump and wait for the ferry. Down by the sand-bushes sea-gulls are circling, Over the wide river-lands flies an egret. ...Can you guess why I sail, like an ancient wise lover, Through the misty Five Lakes, forgetting words?