{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/fol/fol17.htm","path":"cfu/fol/fol17.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/fol/fol17.htm","text":"A Feast of Lanterns, by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1916]\nNo more the peach-tree droops beneath the snow;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Spring draws her breath the willow boughs among.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The mango-bird now maddens into song,\n And the swift-building swallows come and go.\n \u2019Tis the time of the long daydreams, when laughing maybeams,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0On the mats of slothful revellers play;\n \u2019Tis the time of glancing wings, and the dancing\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Of moon-moths whirling the hours away;\n When the golden armoured guardians are withdrawn,\n And pleasure haunts the rustling woods till dawn.\nA warm and perfumed wind\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Strays through the palace blind\n And wandering prys into some dim retreat\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Where every whisper stirs the heart to beat.\n Now all the gay parterres\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Are rivals for the sun\n That drains their jewelled goblets one by one\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0From dimpled terrace and green dewy stairs.\n And the water-lily renders to the spring\n The wonder of her white unbosoming.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Far away in the tall woods there is an oriole calling;\n There are shadows in the blue pavilion of dancers,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0and music rising and falling,\n In the month of peach-bloom and plum-bloom,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0in the silken-screened recess\n Love is the burden of sweet voices, and the brief\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0night melting, and the long caress.","title":"A Feast of Lanterns: Li Po: The Palace of Chao-Yang","type":"page"}