{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/fol/fol41.htm","path":"cfu/fol/fol41.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/fol/fol41.htm","text":"A Feast of Lanterns, by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1916]\nIn the ravine the water wanders through;\n Soundless it laps the stems of tall bamboo.\n Westward a tiny strip of green all scrolled\n With fairy pennons flaunting, red and gold.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Oh rare! Oh delicate is spring!\n Thatched roofs face one another. All day long\n Silent I dream. No bird breaks into song,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The very hills are slumbering.","title":"A Feast of Lanterns: Ou-Yang Hsiu: Bell Hill","type":"page"}