By Zhang Hu

At Jinling ferry-head,

Inside a small hill bungalow,

A Traveller found his evening bed,

 Wherein to feed his solitary woe.

At ebb-tide, the oblique moon came to shed

Her pallor o’er the darkening flow,

While flickering lights sporadically red

 Indicated Guazhou.

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