1静夜思8). Thoughts in a Tranquil Night Athwart the bed I watch the moonbeams cast a trail So bright, so cold, so frail, That for a space it gleams Like hoar-frost on the margin of my dreams. I raise my head, - The splendid moon I see: Then droop my head, And sink to dreams of thee - My father land , of thee! (Tr. L. Cranmer-Byng)2
