Viewing the Moon and Missing the Lover Afar
The moon is borne so bright above the sea,
And Bathes at once the distant one and me.
A Lover hates the endless lonesome night,
For he would long for the one out of sight.
The candle blown out, I love moonlight more;
The dew damp, I dress to get out of door.
Since I can't make a gift of the moonbeams,
I turn in, wishing to see you in dreams.