The Jade Mountain/A Night Thought on Terrace Tower
A NIGHT THOUGHT ON TERRACE TOWER
Far through the night a harp is sighingWith a sadness of wind and rain in the strings. . . .There's a solitary lantern, a bugle-call—And beyond Terrace Tower down goes the moon.. . . Fragrant grasses have changed and fadedWhile still I have been hoping that my old friend would come. . .There are no more messengers I can send him,Now that the wildgeese have turned south.
(39a)