Thoughts on a Tranquil Night
- Author:Michelle Lai
- Source:Sunny Glassware
- Release on:2017-04-06
Before my bed a pool of light—
O can it be hoar-frost on the ground?
Looking up, I find the moon bright;
Bowing, in homesickness I’m drowned.
Notes: Seeing a pool of moonlight, the poet is drowned in the pond of homesickness.

O can it be hoar-frost on the ground?
Looking up, I find the moon bright;
Bowing, in homesickness I’m drowned.
Notes: Seeing a pool of moonlight, the poet is drowned in the pond of homesickness.
