By anonymous

a thousand blooming cities
My sail-ships
fluttering in the wind,
races
reborn, refresh
works resumed   but the old,
Commencing from this day by the world.
well-pois’d thousands and thousands
As to-day from one side
As to-morrow from the other side
enclosed,
the journey is done,
nevertheless
the all-mother,
for you are all,
Bend your proud neck
so long?
so long?