Ten thousand holy mountains prop the sky, Endlessly turquoise. Safe beneath them lie
Small villages, all mulberries and blue smoke.
Unsummoned, sleeping, how should the ferryman know
How his boat would shine, deep-gunnels under snow,
When, noon long washed down-river, he awoke?
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