Thoughts of an Old Time from a Night-Mooring Under Mount Niu-Chu
This night to the west of the river-brim
There is not one cloud in the whole blue sky,
As I watch from my deck the autumn moon,
Vainly remembering old General Hsieh. . . .
I have poems; I can read;
He heard others, but not mine.
… Tomorrow I shall hoist my sail,
With fallen maple-leaves behind me.
There is not one cloud in the whole blue sky,
As I watch from my deck the autumn moon,
Vainly remembering old General Hsieh. . . .
I have poems; I can read;
He heard others, but not mine.
… Tomorrow I shall hoist my sail,
With fallen maple-leaves behind me.
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