{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/boo/boo16.htm","path":"cfu/boo/boo16.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/boo/boo16.htm","text":"The Book of Odes, by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1908]\nThrough eastern gates I wandered far,\n Where cloud-like beauties thronged the way;\n Although like clouds their faces are,\n My thoughts among them would not stay.\n She in rough silk and kerchief blue\n Gave me the only joy I knew.\nI wandered by the curtain tower,\n Like flowering rushes were the maids;\n Although they match the rushes' flower,\n Soon from my mind their beauty fades.\n In humble silk and madder dye,\n She fills my heart with ecstasy.","title":"The Book of Odes: Through Eastern Gates","type":"page"}