Classic Poem

Dark clouds have rolled clean away.
Goddess of the Moon looks down after her evening toilet,
Laying the dust and moistening the ground
That Fairy Maidens tread.

Back again in the bustling thoroughfare,
I feel myself reliving
Scenes of jolly lantern shows of other days.
With nostalgic feelings tender as water,
What can I do but retrace my steps to the small chamber,
Where under heated quilts
I'm soon lost in spring dreams,
Still haunted by the din of music and song.