A Feast of Lanterns, by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1916], at sacred-texts.com

p. 71

THE PAVILION OF ABOUNDING JOY

Red trees, green hills in the sunset, and steppes of boundless grass.
O little the pilgrim reckons of the Spring about to pass.
In front of the Joy Pavilion, in the drift of scented showers
To and fro I come and go on a carpet of fallen flowers.