about the Yang-tze. They came at different times, and by different routes. They met different fortunes, and developed in varied circumstances. And they have forgotten utterly the story of their great irruptions. Only science and linguistic study are slowly piecing history together again.
It is still all intangible : and so are the rivers, come from out of the unknown : and the hills, which hide their secret behind an inscrutable front. And the peopleas thoughts and ways are not our thoughts and ways.
Above all, Solitude broods over the mountains, and sometimes overwhelms us in her embrace. We think we shall not welcome her. For she is an exacting MistressaSolitude. She warps and bends us in her service. Some she leaves silent. Others she drives mad. Others again take to work, or to vice, for fear of her. But in spite of heartlessness, she knows the arts of allurement. Though she treats us ill, we cannot forget her : and afterwards, we look back with regret.
Men make the world they live in gay
Or sadano matter what is there;
Some find it desert all the way;
And some a garden wonderous fair.
These with the birds have friendship made ;
They know when wind and water speak;
They understand the light and shade
That sweep across the mountain peak.That sweep across the mountain peak.