Classic Poem

In the intoxicating moonlight
the sea is a sheet of silver,
heaven and earth are like a dream,
they lie so still.

The familiar moon
seems ready to come down if called,
it seems ready to give voice
to a pure resonant song.

Suppose it came falling down
onto that sheet of silver,
surely the moon
could not shatter there?

Fall then,
O moon, fall soon.
That confusion, that beautiful noise,
though it shakes heaven and earth,

could not waken
the lonely dreaming sea
in deep forlorn night
on the mountain top.