Mr. Davis on the Poetry of tlie Chinese. 459 



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" On getting tip to see the Moon rise." 

 " I throw on my clothes, and wait for the Moon, 

 — I wait for the Moon, which rises late: 

 She breaks at length from beliind yon hilly summit. 

 And first illumines the tops of the trees : 

 How ruffled is the surface of yon golden waves! 

 The silver stream of the sky * displays a vague and unequal light : 

 Thus lingering until the stars of Orion (Tsan) have set, 

 I return to sleep, and dream all over again." 



