{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/fol/fol21.htm","path":"cfu/fol/fol21.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/fol/fol21.htm","text":"A Feast of Lanterns, by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1916]\nDawn reddens in the wake of night; but the days\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0of our life return not.\n Sweet-scented orchids blot out the path; but\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0they die in the drift of waters and their\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0flowers are blotted out.\n The Yang-tse-Kiang splashes through shelving\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0maple-woods.\n The eye contains a far horizon, but the wound of\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0spring lies deep in the heart.\n O Poet! turn thee to the Capital\u2014to the men\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0who shall make thee forget.\n Surely, the Earth-sorrow for the passing of spring\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0from her quiet places is overwhelming.","title":"A Feast of Lanterns: Li Po: III. Sorrow","type":"page"}