“I glide on in my boat,My bleary eyes closed inmusing;The moon and the cloudall seemed in dream,And I have but the poemsand paintings to comfort me.The ripples pushing inharmony with the gulls,The hills among treeslooked as if wanted to enter mycabin;Dawn broke windy!And sent me past thesandbank towards the Stage atThirty-li.”These were the words in apoem by Li Dongyang,ascholar in Ming time,as hetravelled in his boat past thecourier station at He Xi Wu,abusy little town and a “I glide on in my boat, My bleary eyes closed inmusing; The moon and the cloudall seemed in dream, And I have but the poemsand paintings to comfort me. The ripples pushing inharmony with the gulls, The hills among treeslooked as if wanted to And sent me past thesandbank towards the Stage at Thirty-li. ”These were the words in apoem by Li Dongyang, ascholar in Ming time, as hetravelled in his boat past thecourier station at He Xi Wu, abusy little town and a