NIGHT WATCHER

All the rooms have shut their bright eyes
So that the day's fatigue
Passes away
In the sweet slumber

Only the moon, with her pale face
Is watching for the foot steps
That come from the wining and dining
Tipsily back


The night that is vanishing away
Can not cover up the long sighs
The wind bell is whining with cold
Behind the curtain
A pair of sleepless eyes
Are still twinking