Things

THINGS MORTAL STILL MUTABLE

by Robert Herrick

Things are uncertain; and the more we get,
The more on icy pavements we are set.

Ch'ing P'ing Tiao

Ch'ing P'ing Tiao

by Li Po

Clouds bring back to mind her dress, the flowers her face.
Winds of spring caress the rail where sparkling dew-drops cluster.
If you cannot see her by the jewelled mountain top,
Maybe on the moonlit Jasper Terrance you will meet her.