An arc of morn-birds revel along a ribbon br That swirls across the fading dark blue. br In the soundless autumn sky br That is forever falling on the dew. br br The carillon of sweet lute-birds br Begin to eddy into the shrouds, br On a floating island, br With a river cascading into the clouds. br br With all our troubles and hardships, br Let us give this sweet sunset room. br This is a new hour, a new day, br And this ascent can dispel the gloom.br br K.