7). Night Thoughts
 
In front of my bed the moonlight is very bright.
 
I wonder if that can be frost on the floor?
 
I list up my head and look at the full noon, the dazzling moon.
 
I drop my head, and think of the home of old days.
 
(Tr. Amy Lowell)
 
　

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8). Thoughts in a Tranquil Night
 
Athwart the bed
 
I watch the moonbeams cast a trail
 
So bright, so cold, so frail,
 
That for a space it gleams
 
Like hoar-frost on the margin of my dreams.
 
I raise my head, -
 
The splendid moon I see:
 
Then droop my head,
 
And sink to dreams of thee -
 
My father land , of thee!
 
(Tr. L. Cranmer-Byng)
 
　

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9). Nostalgia
 
A splash of white on my bedroom floor. Hoarfrost?
 
I raise my eyes to the moon, the same noon.
 
As scenes long past come to mind, my eyes fall again on the splash of white,
and my heart aches for home.

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