Under the crescent moon's faint glow <br />The washerman's bat resounds afar, <br />And the autumn breeze sighs tenderly. <br />But my heart has gone to the Tartar war, <br />To bleak Kansuh and the steppes of snow, <br />Calling my husband back to me.<br /><br />Li Po<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/under-the-moon-2/
