A Feast of Lanterns: Liu Ch‘ang: Autumn Thoughts

Moonlight! the floating mists are gone, a wind
unveils the deep clear night.
Star rivals star, and the silver river draws to her
breast the dreamy light.
Gaunt old trees cast shadows on the plain;
Little birds hushed by fear are stirring, singing
again,
And my heart is a tumult of song
And a torrent of wild wings shaking free.
Home, home, home—I hear the long
Shrill of the far cicada calling me.