In Dreamland

The sun has set behind the western slope,

The eastern moon lies mirrored in the


With streaming hair my balcony I ope,

And stretch my limbs out to enjoy the


Loaded with lotus-scent the breeze sweeps by,

Clear dripping drops from tall bamboos

I hear,

I gaze upon my idle lute and sigh:

Alas no sympathetic soul is near!

And so I doze, the while before mine eyes

Dear friends of other days in dream-clad

forms arise.

Meng Hao-jan A.D. 689-740

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