Tu Fu. In Exile

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

In Exile

Through the green blinds that shelter me

Two butterflies at play--

Four wings of flame whirl joyously

Around me and away;

While swallows breasting to the shore

Ripple the waves they wander o'er.

And I that scan the distant view

Of torn white clouds and mountains blue

Lift to the north my aching eyes;

'Tis there--'tis there the city lies!

Chang-an arise! arise!