By Moonlight

Over the sea the round moon rises bright,

And floods the horizon with its silver light.

In absence lovers grieve that nights should be,

But all the livelong night I think of thee.

I blow my lamp out to enjoy this rest,

And shake the gathering dewdrop from

my vest.

Alas! I cannot share with thee these beams,

So lay me down to seek thee in my dreams.

Chang Chiu-ling, A. D. 673-740

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