| 1 | rippling river drifts blue and green |
| 0 | empty hills just after rain |
| 0 | away into endless spaces |
| 0 | evening mists have no resting place |
| 0 | flowering and falling |
| 0 | where the wind sharpens the goodbye |
| 0 | vermillion through the hills |
| 0 | against the after glowing sky |
| 0 | white clouds curl on the blue hills |
| 1 | hills empty, no one to be seen |