I cannot see the Prince, my Lord.
Desolate, my longing—until daylight comes.
THE SORREL HORSE
BY LI T'AI-PO
The sorrel horse with the black tail gallops, gallops, and neighs,
Lifting, curving, his grey-jade hoofs.
He shies from the flowing water, unwilling to cross,
As though he feared the mud for his embroidered saddlecloth.