Author Witter Bynner While I watch the moon go down, a crow caws through the frost;Under the shadows of maple-trees a fisherman moves with his torch;And I hear, from beyond Su-chou, from the temple on Cold Mountain,Ringing for me, here in my boat, the midnight bell. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments