{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/fol/fol24.htm","path":"cfu/fol/fol24.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/fol/fol24.htm","text":"A Feast of Lanterns, by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1916]\nIN EXILE\nThrough the green blinds that shelter me Two butterflies at play\u2014 Four wings of flame whirl joyously Around me and away; While swallows breasting to the shore Ripple the waves they wander o\u2019er.\nAnd I that scan the distant view Of torn white clouds and mountains blue Lift to the north my aching eyes; \u2019Tis there\u2014\u2019tis there the city lies! Chang-an arise! arise!","title":"A Feast of Lanterns: Tu Fu: In Exile","type":"page"}