{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/fol/fol60.htm","path":"cfu/fol/fol60.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/fol/fol60.htm","text":"A Feast of Lanterns, by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1916]\nRobed in pale yellow gown she leans apart,\n Guarding her secret trust inviolate;\n With mouth that, scarce unclosed, but faintly breathes\n Its fragrance, like a tender grief remains\n Half-told, half-treasured still. See how she droops\n From delicate stem; while her close petals keep\n Their shy demeanour. Think not that the fear\n Of great cold winds can hinder her from bloom,\n Who hides the rarest wonders of the spring\n To vie with all the flowers of Chiang Nan.","title":"A Feast of Lanterns: Anon: Calycanthus Flower","type":"page"}