I didn't wait till it was ten parts full,
But since autumn's here, climbed
To the upper temple:
The peak so high, the moon shines
With a special brilliance,
The mountain so still
I hear the long drawn out sound
Of dripping water.
Brewed in a saucer, Sonshi's tea;
Burned in a censer, the Zasu's incense.
Who knows that I'm in this dark glen,
Sitting in a silent room,
Face to the moon?

- Gensei (1623-1668)