We Have Walked Over The High Grass Under The Wet Trees To The Gravel Path Beside The Lake, We Two. A Noise Of Light-Stepping Shadows Follows Now From The Dark Green Mist In Which We Waded. Six Geese Drop One By One Into The Shivering Lake; They Say "Peeng" And Then After A Long Time, "Peeng," Swimming Out Softly To The Moon. Three Of The Balancing Dancing Geese Are Dim And Black, And Three Are White And Clear Because Of The Moon; In What Explanatory Dawn Will Our Souls Be Seen To Be The Same? From The Chinese Of J. Wing (Nineteenth Century).