Alone I mount to the kiosque which stands
on the river-bank, and sigh,
While the moonbeams dance on the tops
of the waves
where the waters touch the sky;
For the lovely scene is to last year’s scene
as like as like can be,
All but the friends, the much-loved friends,
who gazed at the moon with me.
Chao Chia 9th cent. A.D.