Excerpt from Tipyn O'bob, Vol. 9: November, 1911<br><br>Above a ridge Of wooded mountains, cold and gray, Hangs low and threatening in the sky, the heartless moon; Below in the deep valley by an ancient pine Sits squatting there, the Hermit Saint, watching the play Of waters in a hurrying stream. He lifts the moon Up in his hands, yet in his palms there is no sign Of the bright mirrored moon the river first had shown. Together in the night live man and stream alone.<br><br>About the Publisher<br><br>Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com<br><br>This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.