When my court-yard by the placid moon
is lit,
When around me leaves come dropping
from the trees,
On the terrace steps, contemplative, I sit,
The swing-ropes swaying idly in the
breeze.
Han Wu 8th or 9th cent. A.D.
When my court-yard by the placid moon
is lit,
When around me leaves come dropping
from the trees,
On the terrace steps, contemplative, I sit,
The swing-ropes swaying idly in the
breeze.
Han Wu 8th or 9th cent. A.D.