An Autumn Evening in the Garden

The Summer's gone, but summer heat remains, And sleepless nights still leave us all repining; So to the garden I have moved my couch, And on it I am peacefully reclining. The white clouds spread themselves across the sky, And through the rifts the moon's soft light is falling On dewy grass and flowers and trees around, While from the towers night birds are faintly calling. The gentle rustling of the tall bamboos In subtle symphony of tone is blending With the waters of the fountain and the brook, Which flow and murmur on their ways unending. While through the gauzy garments which I wear The cooling evening breeze is gently blowing, My feeling of contentment is more deep Than when I'm where the ruby wine is flowing.