On Ascending the Sin-Ping Tower

An exile, I ascend this tower
Thinking of home, and with the anguish of the waning year
The sun has set far beyond heaven's immensity;
The unsullied waters flow on in bleak undulation
I see a stray cloud of Chin above the mountain trees
And the wild gees of Tartary flying over the river dunes
Alas! for ten thousand miles under the dark blue sky
As far as my eyes can reach, there is but one vast gloom for me