I wake, and moonbeams play around my
bed,
Glittering like hoar-frost to my wondering
eyes ;
Up towards the glorious moon I raise my
head,
Then lay me down, – and thoughts of
home arise.
Li Po A.D. 705-762
I wake, and moonbeams play around my
bed,
Glittering like hoar-frost to my wondering
eyes ;
Up towards the glorious moon I raise my
head,
Then lay me down, – and thoughts of
home arise.
Li Po A.D. 705-762