Along the road I go, cloud
Yellow as a mellow cheerful sound,
Is following me slow...
Maybé 'tis dream of past; The mount Mishou
Is pondering about...
But what about, tell me, mount...
Rolling dust and shadow vain
Waded into water, spoiled, and made
It foul, this compound filled
The vessels; venom and temptation did
Blight the growing reed...