At Dawn Atop the Highest Peak of the Southern Mountain
Atop the peak I feel not high;
Looking around, I find no crest.
I only see clouds floating by
Now and then purify my breast.
Beyond dark earth stars sink awake;
The sun leaps up like molten gold.
From half the spoon of Dongting Lake
Dragon would rise in autumn cold.
The poet was a reformist put to death at the age of 33. A native of Hunan, he ascended in 1891 the highest peak of the Southern Mountain in his homeland.