IN AUTUMN, when the landscape is clear, to float over the wide, water ripples, To pick the water-chestnut and the lotus flower with a quick, light hand! The fresh wind is cool, we start singing to the movement of the oars. The clouds are bright; they part before the light of dawn; the moon has sunk below the Silver River. Enjoying such pleasure for ten thousand years— Could one consider it too much? @3Chao Ti of Han, The Bright Emperor English version by Florence Ayscough and Amy Lowell@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LILLIPUTIAN ODE ON THEIR MAJESTIES' ACCESSION by HENRY CAREY (1687-1743) THE RIGHT MUST WIN by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER AIRLY BEACON by CHARLES KINGSLEY BALL'S BLUFF; A REVERIE by HERMAN MELVILLE RECUERDO by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 91 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI KEARNY AT SEVEN PINES [MAY 31, 1862] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN |