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