"I am endlessly yearning To be in Changan. ...Insects hum of autumn by the gold brim of the well; A thin frost glistens like little mirrors on my cold mat; The high lantern flickers; and. deeper grows my longing. I lift the shade and, with many a sigh, gaze upon the moon, Single as a flower, centred from the clouds. Above, I see the blueness and deepness of sky. Below, I see the greenness and the restlessness of water.... Heaven is high, earth wide; bitter between them flies my sorrow. Can I dream through the gateway, over the mountain? Endless longing Breaks my heart."