Tied up for the Night in a Cove

In darkness I climb the riverbank, stand here alone:
wind over the water, frosty air — a chill chill evening.
I turn, look back at the boat moored in the cove —
among blossoms of reeds and rushes, one gleam of light.
Author of original: 
Po Ch├╝-i
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