A river severs Northern shore and Southern land; Between my home and me but a few mountains stand. The vernal wind has greened the Southern shore again. When will the moon shine pight on my return? When? I like this poem.

A river severs Northern shore and Southern land; Between my home and me but a few mountains stand. The vernal wind has greened the Southern shore again. When will the moon shine pight on my return? When? I like this poem.