A Feast of Lanterns: Liu Tzu-Hui: Listening to the Harp
A Feast of Lanterns, by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1916]
The crowded chords I see not, but the heart
Made visible by music far away
Spells me her dreams. Ah! mourns she not the tryst
New made and newly broken, but the old
Lost love of long ago. Her melodies
Are secret sorrows welling through the lute—
Are captive nightingales escaped in song.