Wen T'ung. Morning

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

p. 79

Wen T'Ung

Circa A.d. 1100

Morning

Sunbeams through twinkling pinewoods cast

Their shadows on my window screen.

A night of clouds and rain is past

And, newly blue and freshly green,

The Dawn rebuilds my world at last.

Pear-tree and plum-tree shed their burden sweet,

And children's happy voices rouse the street.