{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/fol/fol22.htm","path":"cfu/fol/fol22.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/fol/fol22.htm","text":"A Feast of Lanterns, by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1916]\nI climb the mountain of Tsyu-i. I look down on\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0clear rivers.\n Coldly the Syan speeds along, cold as it widens\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0to meet the sea.\n Clouds break into autumn tints, the skies are\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0flaked with golden foam.\n I am now in the foreign regions of Tsin and U;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0and countless are the miles of the trackless\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0way, brushed by the wings of birds alone,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0lying between me and my native land.\n Now with its half-disk leaning upon some island\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0sets the evening sun.\n The lake is beginning to glow. There soars the\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0moon from the rim of the far-off sea.\n And all my thoughts are plunged into the hardy\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0loveliness of autumntide.\n Northward I wander in dream to Yan, southward\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0I search for Yuye\u2026\n The lotus is falling, falling. The river is jewelled\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0with autumn hues.\n Long, long the wind blows\u2026Long, long the\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0night wears!\n Fain would I grasp the incredible\u2026\n Oh! to fly away seaward and dream for a little\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0by its shores!\u2026\n To take from an island in blue ocean the six\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0monsters\u2014\nAlas, there is no such length of line.\n My hand caresses the surging wind; I am deeper\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0drowned in sorrow.\n I will away! away! Too strong is the life of\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0men for me.\n There in the magical land of P\u2018eng-lai I will\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0gather the grass of immortality.","title":"A Feast of Lanterns: Li Po: Bright Autumntide","type":"page"}