A Feast of Lanterns, by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1916], at sacred-texts.com
EVENING
Now pale flocks glimmer as they wind along; Into the deep ravine the herd goes down; The cold dumb pool awaits the nightly throng Of wild geese wailing through the twilight brown. With jars of new-made wine old farmer Wang Gladdens the neighbours. Gloomy faces shine And dark robes kindle to the flush of wine.