A fragment moon hangs from the bare tung tree br The water clock runs out, all is still br Who sees the dim figure come and go alone br Misty, indistinct, the shadow of a lone wild goose? br br Startled, she gets up, looks back br With longing no one sees br And will not settle on any of the cold branches br Along the chill and lonely beachbr br Su Tung-pobr br