A slip of the moon hangs over the capital; <br />Ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding; <br />And the autumn wind is blowing my heart <br />For ever and ever toward the Jade Pass.... <br />Oh, when will the Tartar troops be conquered, <br />And my husband come back from the long campaign!<br /><br />Li Po<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-song-of-an-autumn-midnight/
