History & Politics
In Camp
Translated by Herbert A. Giles (1898) · From Chinese Poetry in English Verse (1898)
History & Politics
Across the steppes the bitter north winds roam,
At dawn the Tartar moon shines cold and bright;
My soul relapses into dreams of home,
Till the loud rappel summons to the fight.
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MLA
Yü, Han. “In Camp.” Translated by Herbert A. Giles. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/han-yu/2/.
Chicago
Yü, Han. “In Camp.” Translated by Herbert A. Giles. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/han-yu/2/.
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