“‘But do you forsooth comprehend,’ I inquired, ‘the mystery of this river and of this moon? The water passes by but is never gone: the moon wanes only to wax once more. Relatively speaking, Time itself is but an instant of time; absolutely speaking, you and I, in common with all matter, shall exist to all eternity. Wherefore, then, the longing of which you speak? “‘The objects we see around us are one and all the property of individuals. If a thing does not belong to me, not a particle of it may be enjoyed by me. But the clear breeze blowing across this stream, the bright moon streaming over yon hills,--these are sounds and sights to be enjoyed without let or hindrance by all. They are the eternal gifts of God to all mankind, and their enjoyment is inexhaustible. Hence it is that you and I are enjoying them now.’ “My friend smiled as he threw away the dregs from his wine-cup and filled it once more to the brim. And then, when our feast was over, amid the litter of cups and plates, we lay down to rest in the boat: for streaks of light from the east had stolen upon us unawares.” The completion of a pavilion which Su Shih had been building, “as a refuge from the business of life,” coinciding with a fall of rain which put an end to a severe drought, elicited a grateful record of this divine manifestation towards a suffering people. “The pavilion was named after rain, to commemorate joy.” His record concludes with these lines:-- “_Should Heaven rain pearls, the cold cannot wear them as clothes; Should Heaven rain jade, the hungry cannot use it as food. It has rained without cease for three days-- Whose was the influence at work? Should you say it was that of your Governor, The Governor himself refers it to the Son of Heaven. But the Son of Heaven says ‘No! it was God. And God says ‘No! it was Nature.’ And as Nature lies beyond the ken of man, I christen this arbour instead._” Another piece refers to a recluse who-- “Kept a couple of cranes, which he had carefully trained; and every morning he would release them westwards through the gap, to fly away and alight in the marsh below or soar aloft among the clouds as the birds’ own fancy might direct. At nightfall they would return with the utmost regularity.” This piece is also finished off with a few poetical lines:-- “_Away! away! my birds, fly westwards now, To wheel on high and gaze on all below; To swoop together, pinions closed, to earth; To soar aloft once more among the clouds; To wander all day long in sedgy vale; To gather duckweed in the stony marsh. Come back! come back! beneath the lengthening shades, Your serge-clad master stands, guitar in hand. ’Tis he that feeds you from his slender store: Come back! come back! nor linger in the west._” His account of Sleep-Land is based upon the Drunk-Land of Wang Chi:--