Poem V

Alone, on a staff, I came in vacant mood,
Up and down through bushes and briers.
Clear and shallow, the mountain streams,
Where I've stopped to wash my feet.
Now I strain my newly ripened wine,
And cook a chicken to share with my neighbours.
The sun goes down, my room turns dark,
I burn wild brambles in place of the candle.
Happy am I, but how brief the night;
Another day is dawning in the east.