"“It is moonlight. Alone in the silence I ascend my stairs once more, While waves, remote in a pale blue starlight, Crash on a white sand shore. It is moonlight. The garden is silent. I stand in my room alone. Across my wall, from the far-off moon, A rain of fire is thrown … There are houses hanging above the stars, And stars hung under a sea: And a wind from the long blue vault of time Waves my curtain for me … I wait in the dark once more, Swung between space and space: Before my mirror I lift my hands And face my remembered face.”"

- Conrad Aiken, "Evening Song of Senlin"