A Dream of Spring

Last night within my chamber’s gloom some vague light breath of Spring Came wandering and whispering, and bade my soul take wing.

A hundred moonlit miles away the Chiang crept to sea; O keeper of my heart, I came by Chiang’s ford to thee.

It lingered but a moment’s space, that dream of Spring, and died; Yet as my head the pillows pressed, my soul had found thy side.

Oh! Chiang Nan’s a hundred miles, yet in a moment’s space I’ve flown away to Chiang Nan and touched a dreaming face.