I took leave of you, old friend, at the
Yellow Crane Pavilion;
In the mist and bloom of March, you went
down to Yang-chou:
A lonely sail, distant shades, extinguished by blue--
There, at the horizon, where river meets sky.
Return to the Li Bai library , or . . . Read the next poem; Farewell to Secretary Shu-yun at the Hsieh Tiao Villa in Hsuan-Chou