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Tu Fu. The Ghost Road

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"A Feast of Lanterns", by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1916],

The Ghost-road

The winds and the pines are whispering,

The river girds in its flight,

My footfalls sound through ancient tiles

Where grey rats flit from sight.

What monarch raised those palace walls?

Who knows to-day his name

Who left beneath yon precipice

The stone wrack of his fame?

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Like jets of dusky blue I see

Ghosts from the gloom arise,

Down the forgotten road return

Strange rumours and faint sighs.

The thousand voices of the void

Blend to a chant bizarre,

And the purple leaves are carpeted

For Autumn's avatar.

The death-doomed legions thunder past

In the wake of fleeting years;

I fain would drown their tramp with song,

But all my songs are tears.
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