{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/fol/fol68.htm","path":"cfu/fol/fol68.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/fol/fol68.htm","text":"A Feast of Lanterns, by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1916]\nThe moon leans mirrored on the dark guitar\n As though she fears its cadences unheard\n May lapse into the night. Oh! I am stirred\n By some\u00a0some rare tone afar\n Caught from the drifting Palaces of Cold,\u00a01\n Where pale musicians through the moon-mists peer,\n And challenged into song. Of waters rolled\n Seaward I sing. Now clear\n Now muffled in the wreath\u00e8d haze, now fall \n My chords far strangled down the forest. All\n My cares are centred in the strings, and I forget\n That night and dawn on the long grey line have met.","title":"A Feast of Lanterns: Yuan Mei: A Challenge From the Moon","type":"page"}