{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/fol/fol34.htm","path":"cfu/fol/fol34.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/fol/fol34.htm","text":"A Feast of Lanterns, by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1916]\nSmooth and white the walls that ring the pool,\n Carefully swept the rose-walk's mossy green,\n Across the water dimpling winds blow cool\n Where lotus-leaves as large as fans are seen.\n What does yon flower-bright pavilion hold?\n Simply a lute and there a song enscrolled.\n To the sound of dropping pearls I turn the leaves,\n Playing, swaying beneath the spell the soul of Autumn weaves.\n Thus quietly the morning studies end,\n And so I wait my friend.","title":"A Feast of Lanterns: Po Ch\u00fc-i: Morning Studies","type":"page"}