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.