陽月南飛雁,傳聞至此回。
我行殊未已,何日復歸來。
江靜潮初落,林昏瘴不開,
明朝望鄉處,應見隴頭梅。
They say that wildgeese, flying southward,
Here turn back, this very month....
Shall my own southward journey
Ever be retraced, I wonder?
...The river is pausing at ebb-tide,
And the woods are thick with clinging mist –
But tomorrow morning, over the mountain,
Dawn will be white with the plum-trees of home.