Liu Tzu-Hui: Autumn Moonlight

Not yet has the cool moon topped the hill. White are the floating clouds that fill Half heaven's void; while to and fro By the verandah windows go My halting steps that pause as though Stilled for the sound of one I love. The flying brightness shimmers through the grove, And, mirrored on the pine-ringed pool, Makes her dream-waters beautiful. Now Autumn's purest alchemy anew Quickens the moonlight and distils the dew, And silence, coiled more closely round my walls, Strangles each tiny rumour that befalls.