阳月南飞雁,传闻至此回。
我行殊未已,何日复归来。
江静潮初落,林昏瘴不开,
明朝望乡处,应见陇头梅。
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.