wordcraft

come, heart, where hill is heaped upon hill

- yeats, fr. into the twilight (1899)

夕   陽     山      外    山

on the hill behind the hill the sun sets

- 李叔同 li shutong, fr. the farewell song (1910's)

bewitching words however you look at them. the imagery is at once as extravagantly lyrical as the irishman gets (go read his entire poem) and as beautifully spare as the rest of the chinese monk's verse.