Presented to Wang Wen-hsi

The traveler will rise at midnight
when the moon has sunk and stars still shine.
As dawn comes, he will leave the city gates;
toward sunset, reach the long river's bank.
At the edge of grass, alone he will set sail,
as birds begin to scatter in the mist.
He'll untie the hawser, and quickly move out
as evening light fragments on the waves.
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Ho Ching-ming
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