{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/fol/fol59.htm","path":"cfu/fol/fol59.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/fol/fol59.htm","text":"A Feast of Lanterns, by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1916]\nThe following two poems are anonymous, and belong to the Manchu period. They are but two of a series of flower studies endowing each flower with a fragrant personality of its own. The delicate beauty of the Chinese originals is almost impossible to reproduce.\nOne flower hath in itself the charms of two\n Draw nearer and she breaks to wonders new.\n An you might call her beauty of the rose,\n She too is folded in a fleece of snows;\n An you might call her pale, she doth betray\n The blush of dawn beneath the eye of day.\n The lips of her the wine-cup hath caressed,\n The form of her that from some vision blest\n Starts with the rose of sleep all glowing bright\n Through limbs that ranged the dreamlands of the night.\nThe pencil falters and the song is naught, \n Her beauty, like the sun, dispels my thought.","title":"A Feast of Lanterns: Anon: Plum Blossom","type":"page"}