ON A MOONLIGHT NIGHT
Far off in Fu-chou she is watching the moonlights,
Watching it alone from the window of her chamber--
For our boy and girl, poor little babes,
Are too young to know where the Capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist,
Her jade-white shoulder is cold in the moon.
...When shall we lie again, with no more tears,
Watching this bright light on our screen?