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+The Project Gutenberg eBook, Sandhya, by Dhan Gopal Mukerji
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+Title: Sandhya
+       Songs of Twilight
+
+
+Author: Dhan Gopal Mukerji
+
+
+
+Release Date: October 2, 2007  [eBook #22848]
+
+Language: English
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+***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SANDHYA***
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+E-text prepared by Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper, Sankar Viswanathan, and
+the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team
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+
+SANDHYA
+
+Songs of Twilight
+
+by
+
+DHAN GOPAL MUKERJI
+
+Author of "Layla-Majnu"
+and "Rajani"
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+Nineteen Seventeen
+Paul Elder and Company
+San Francisco
+
+Copyright, 1917
+by Paul Elder and Company
+San Francisco
+
+
+
+
+TO
+
+MRS. HANCOCK BANNING
+
+MRS. WILLIAM CLARK, JR.
+
+
+
+
+
+_FOREWORD_
+
+
+_Like "Rajani" [perhaps more than], "Sandhya" is a slender rill that
+has drawn its music from my Bengali which has told upon its English
+structure. This and many other faults of these poems are due to their
+unyielding adherence to spontaneity._
+
+_"Sandhya" came then, as "Rajani" in its own way through the bed of my
+Bengali reflecting its sound and sense, and trying to echo back its
+music that descends on all with the fading twilight._
+
+DHAN GOPAL MUKERJI.
+
+_N. B._--_Since some of these poems were born without, and defy
+titles, I have refrained from forcing any on them._
+
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+                                                                   POEM
+SYMBOLISM                                                            1
+SOURCE OF SINGING                                                    2
+"WITH PURPLE SHADOWS THE MIST MEASURES THE INFINITE SEA"             3
+"O, OLD! O, NEW!"                                                    4
+"THE FAR AWAY CALLED HER"                                            5
+LASSITUDE                                                            6
+"AH! PALE, COOL LIPS THAT BURN"                                      7
+FORLORN                                                              8
+AFTER A BENGALI SONG                                                 9
+MOONRISE                                                            10
+AT VENTURA, CALIFORNIA                                              11
+"THE SAME AIR THAT YOU BREATHE"                                     12
+"WHY THIS RETURN?"                                                  13
+"BY THE VERGE OF THE WOODLAND"                                      14
+THE DREAM OF HIS SOUL                                               15
+THE EURASIAN                                                        16
+"IN THE PERFUMED SHRINE OF LOVE"                                    17
+THE INFIRM BEGGAR SINGS                                             18
+"KISS, MY LOVE, KISS"                                               19
+COLOR-HARMONIES                                                     20
+SANATAN (THE ABSOLUTE)                                              21
+COMING OF THE FOG                                                   22
+"IN LOVE'S AFTERGLOW, FULL OF STARS"                                23
+THE END                                                             24
+THE CONFLUENCE                                                      25
+"IN THE DEEPS OF DREAM"                                             26
+TO LEO B. MIHAN                                                     27
+CHOPIN'S FUNERAL MARCH                                              28
+"IN THE GOLDEN AFTERGLOW YOU LAY"                                   29
+HENRIK IBSEN                                                        30
+AFTER HEARING "MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME"                                31
+THE COMING OF THE TIDE OF NIGHT                                     32
+DEAD LOVE                                                           33
+"IT IS THE SAME TWILIGHT, DEAR"                                     34
+WEARINESS                                                           35
+"A CALL, NOT A SONG"                                                36
+REMORSE                                                             37
+POET                                                                38
+WANDERER                                                            39
+AT DAWN                                                             40
+"FROM HER MANY-COLORED BOW, NATURE"                                 41
+"IF WORDS FAIL, SONG WILL COME"                                     42
+RAINY NIGHT                                                         43
+GHOSTS                                                              44
+RAIN                                                                45
+EVENING WORSHIP                                                     46
+"THE ROSY MIST STILLY POLISHES THE ROUND MIRROR"                    47
+"THE SUN'S GOLDEN SPEAR"                                            48
+TRUCE                                                               49
+A PARALLEL                                                          50
+"'NOTHING ENDURES,' YOU SAID"                                       51
+DISAPPOINTMENT                                                      52
+BUDDHA                                                              53
+"ASK ME NOT TO STAND AT THY FRIENDSHIP'S GATE"                      54
+"GOLDEN VINES THEY"                                                 55
+AT SUNDOWN                                                          56
+"TEARS WELL OUT FROM MY HEART"                                      57
+"AT LAST THOU COMEST"                                               58
+"THE LINGERING LIGHT OF THE SUN"                                    59
+"I HAVE DRUNK YOUR TEARS WITH INSATIATE LIPS"                       60
+SOUND BUTTERFLIES (IN A FOUNTAIN)                                   61
+"EVEN IN SADNESS THOU ART BESIDE ME"                                62
+"BY THE SEA OF SLEEP WALKS WHITE-ROBED NIGHT"                       63
+FAREWELL (AFTER A HINDUSTANI SONG)                                  64
+SATIETY                                                             65
+"DROWSY THE NOONDAY AIR"                                            66
+CHATTERTON                                                          67
+"A SUMMER SONG IT WAS"                                              68
+"WHO KNOWS"                                                         69
+THE FIRST VISION                                                    70
+SHANTI                                                              71
+
+
+
+
+SANDHYA, SONGS OF TWILIGHT
+
+I
+
+SYMBOLISM
+
+
+    Tongueless the bell!
+    Lute without a song!
+    It is not night
+    It is God's dawn,
+    Silence its unending song.
+
+    Over heart's valley,
+    In the soul's night,
+    Through pain's window
+    Behold! His light!
+    On Life's Height.
+
+    No prayer, now,
+    Though death-waves roll,
+    Faith's candle lit,
+    Beside it sits the soul
+    Reading Eternity's scroll.
+
+
+
+
+2
+
+SOURCE OF SINGING
+
+
+    A bruised heart,
+    A wounded soul,
+
+    A broken lute,
+    That is all!
+
+    A sad evening,
+    And a lone star,
+
+    Then song reddens--
+    Sets life's forest afire!
+
+
+
+
+3
+
+
+    With purple shadows the mist measures the infinite sea
+    That spreads her wave-raiment in lavender, violet, gray, and green;
+    While with thin silver rays a lone star seeks to sound the deeps.
+
+    The breeze-wings tire of flight;
+    The mist-threads weave a rose-fringed dusky drapery
+    To cover the bare breasts of the dunes from the moon's langour-heavy
+      eyes.
+
+    The shadows die in purple silence;
+    Fades the one star from the sky,
+    As the dark mist puts out the rose-red moon from its deep.
+
+    Pale gleams the lighthouse light;
+    No warring waves break the peace of sleep tonight
+    Nor a hungry wind shrieks in pain from the lea.
+
+    Under her heavy veil of black
+    A languid sea sluggishly flows
+    To some far land of forsaken dreams.
+
+
+
+
+4
+
+"O, OLD! O, NEW!"[1]
+
+
+    Who are you?
+    Why make me wait
+    From the hour of dew
+    Till another sunset?
+    Why do I look
+    For your coming?
+    Listen to the weeping brook
+    That might bring
+    To my lonely shore
+    A word from you.
+    Ah, nothing! not a leaf's tremor!
+    O, old! O, longed for new!
+    Who are you? I ask;
+    Know not why I seek
+    From day to dusk
+    Without waking or sleep,--
+    No sleep! no waking!
+    A dreaming, a longing;
+    Not knowing, yet seeking,
+    For your coming waiting--
+    O, spring-born!
+    O, autumn-clad!
+    O, soul's new morn!
+    O, old! O, glad!
+    So glad, so young!
+    O, unseen, unknown,
+    O, fugitive vision!
+    O, eternal moan
+    In my heart--
+
+    O, tearful Soul of laughter,
+    Untouched, unhurt,
+    O, sweet! O, bitter!
+    My born yet unborn,
+    Shadow not fallen
+    O, undawning morn--
+    O, message unbroken.
+    Why, how, when?
+    I wait, wait for you,
+    O embrace of earth and heaven;
+    O, Old! O, New!
+
+
+[Footnote 1: "O, Old! O, New!" is the cry of a "Poáti," _e. g._, a
+mother's cry to her unborn child. "Poáti" has no precise English
+synonym.]
+
+
+
+
+5
+
+
+    The far away called her--
+    A pilgrim on the hope-lit bark of youth,
+    A woman, a child, a soul
+    On an argosy for the lands of south.
+
+    It called her in her dreams;
+    Her waking into a deeper dream grew;
+    The flute of the distant
+    Played ceaselessly the music of the new.
+
+    With words of fire it called her,
+    Beyond the bourne of her days
+    To a silent sea of joy
+    Washed by unending twilight-rays.
+
+    It called her at dawn
+    When night shed the star-jewels from her hair;
+    It called her at sunset
+    When the moon mutely ascended the heaven's stair.
+
+    It called her without ceasing--
+    Hour after hour but a calling,
+    Till "Come, come, come!"
+    At her soul's door kept repeating:
+
+    Come, come, come!--in
+    Her word, her music, her song;
+    Far away, near, far again
+    Heedless of nightfall and dawn.
+
+    It called, it cried, it prayed,
+    Till She, the deity, made answer
+    Through youth, through age, through death
+    To her own far away's receding star.
+
+
+
+
+6
+
+LASSITUDE
+
+
+    Ah! to be able to sing,
+    To sorrow in melody;
+    To string with silver
+    Sorrow's dark harp!
+
+    Or, mount every thorn
+    Crowning life's brow
+    With lustrous stars--
+    Those tears of the sky.
+
+    Rolling down its face
+    When night's hand puts
+    Darkness's crown on its head
+    As twilight dies.
+
+    None of these, for my soul;
+    Only to weep is given to me,
+    To nourish my heart's crop
+    For the scythe of barrenness to reap.
+
+
+
+
+7
+
+
+    Ah! pale cool lips that burn,
+    Body that yields, though unyielding,
+    Oh, moon with the heat of the sun!
+    Flashing out a million lights
+    To cleave into nothing the endless firmament of my being.
+    Take all; my soul's mistress! heart's queen,
+    The flaming fancies of my dream-tortured night
+    The intoxicating fruits of my day dream,
+    The fiery lotus of my senses' delight
+    That rises from the abyss of my life.
+    The abysmal heaven of love and living
+    Now bruised, burnt, torn and thrown
+    To the winds of thy ravishing rejoicing
+    Whose inarticulate words of delight and moan
+    Make the ever-yielding music of my soul.
+
+
+
+
+8
+
+FORLORN
+
+
+    In the star-blurred hours of the night
+    When the cloud-dams stay the flow of winds,
+    Not even the shadow of a meteor moves,
+    As in the watch-tower of love I sit;
+    Through the casement of hope look for thy coming
+    Along the moss-grown path of stones--
+    Those agonies that time has built on my soul--
+    By the unfathomable lake of my tears
+    Shed when even prayers had failed
+    To bring thy returning.
+    Come, destroyer of my peace and sleep,
+    Plunderer of lights of my days!
+    Enigma on the scroll of my fate
+    Before the lightnings fired my tower
+    And thunders crashed in my life's sky.
+    Only send the echo of thy footfalls--
+    The ring of thy song,
+    And a star--reflection of thy smile--
+    Those million suns in the firmament of my dawn.
+
+
+
+
+9
+
+AFTER A BENGALI SONG
+
+
+    In the forest of my being the voice of your lute;
+    In the depth of my heart the pearl of your tear;
+    In the temple of my soul chimes the bell of your love.
+
+    The fire of dawn, shadow of eve,
+    Life's sorrow, and death's mute-enchanting peace
+    Steal away silently, fearfully, at thy flute's music.
+
+    O, frail, faint call which I seek to echo!
+    O, breath of love laden with the aroma of my soul!
+    Why seek I ever without, O guest at my door?
+
+
+
+
+10
+
+MOONRISE
+
+
+    A soft light mantle of rose wear the brown hills
+    As they look down on the valley where the rills
+    Spin their long silver embroideries
+    For the fringe of spring's greenéd draperies.
+
+    The cloud-banks recede with the fading breeze,
+    The warblers fall into silence in the trees
+    To listen to many-colored dream-melodies
+    That the mute stars make on sleep's endless seas.
+
+    The last light flickers out of the sky,
+    Shadows with golden feet o'er the green valley hie;
+    The silver rills trill like warblers from earth's deeps
+    As the moon, the sun of another dawn, heavenward leaps.
+
+
+
+
+11
+
+AT VENTURA, CALIFORNIA
+
+
+    The moon rises and washes the brine with silver;
+    The dunes like white elephants restfully asleep after the chase;
+    And the fog comes to bring the moon its veil of shades.
+    The waves stretch their phosphorescent arms
+    To embrace the night,
+    The wind like a wounded gull beats its wings
+    Over the land, over the sea, into the fog-vested intangibility.
+
+    Like a thousand trumpets the breakers
+    Proclaim the empiry of night,
+    The rocky caverns send back echoes
+    Like homage from vassals near and far;
+    A faint cry seemeth to flash like lightning;
+    Through the clouds of the roar of waves:
+    It is not from the rocks, nor from the sea;
+    Ah! it is the prayer of a mightier ocean--Humanity!
+
+
+
+
+12
+
+
+    The same air that you breathe
+    Is the air that caresses my sky;
+    The sunlight that lingers on your hair and lips
+    Sets fire to the pathway of my life;
+    And the call of nature's numberless birds
+    But reflects in world's mirror the music of our heart's singing--
+    Melody made of sweet agonies,
+    Exquisite joys poured from pitchers of pain,
+    As this summer's heat
+    From the ever-burning heart of heaven.
+    Not heaven alone;
+    The earth, the air, flowers, and leaves
+    Filled with passion that knows no slaking,
+    Yet tranquil like sleep's dream-billowed sea.
+    More than dream-billowed sea this love that I bring,
+    Its boistrous waves seek the firmament of your yielding;
+    While your heart-beats' arrows seek to slay my heart a'beating,
+    As I inhale the fragrance of your breath and hair;
+    And pour the perfume of my soul
+    On your sun-bathed feet.
+
+
+
+
+13
+
+
+    Why this return?
+    Why this sunlight
+    When all seemed without sun?
+
+    Whence this call?
+    I cannot tell,
+    Yet its mighty thralls.
+
+    Hold me, haunt me
+    Hour after hour,
+    With its name of thee.
+
+    All seems ended,
+    The last light lost
+    In the house of the dead.
+
+    Yet with time's tide
+    Rises thy face,
+    My heart, my soul, my bride.
+
+    Though poureth the rain,
+    And sorrow clouds my sky,
+    Yet not mine the pain.
+
+    What I hear
+    I can not tell,
+    And what I fear,
+
+    Will not endure:
+    But thou returnest,
+    O serene, O silent, O pure!
+
+
+
+
+14
+
+
+    By the verge of the woodland,
+    Where purling brooks loosen their brown tresses,
+    Where the music of the breeze
+    Is played on viols of the vines and trees,
+    Thy soft words I hear
+    Like songs from enchantment's strings.
+    Ah, vanishing moments of ecstacy!
+    Far-fleeing only to be nearer to my soul,
+    Rest, rest awhile on the hillside of my echoing!
+    Pour on it the sweet rain of thy words' melody
+    Till they mingle and drown my tears
+    Into thy kisses' passion-swept sea.
+
+
+
+
+15
+
+THE DREAM OF HIS SOUL
+
+
+    The Dream of his Soul, in flesh and blood--
+    Not to possess, but only to see--
+    Was given him, for an hour:
+    Ah, fool, he lingered longer,--
+    The Dream died like the shadow of a Star!
+
+
+
+
+16
+
+THE EURASIAN
+
+
+    Indignity your part today,
+    Suffering the guerdon of the gods;
+    No country to claim your own,
+    Nowhere to lay your head.
+    The ocean of ignorance separates us;
+    The snow-storm of commerce blinds the eye;
+    Yet you must stand true,
+    Bridge of blood and flesh between the West and East.
+    In ages to come, when
+    Man will love his brother,
+    Irrespective of birth and breed;
+    In the pantheon of the future, yours the immortal seat.
+    Son of man, you are brother!
+    Bearer of the cross of God!
+    Your destiny the lodestar of our epoch,
+    Your life our rood-littered road of the Lord.
+    Arise, awake, halt not
+    Till the goal is reached;
+    Raise high the Host of freedom
+    Blare the trumpet of light.
+    "Suffer you, for the world to rejoice";
+    "Die" so they "can live";
+    Live that you may bring the light
+    To the meeting place of the West and East.
+
+
+
+
+17
+
+
+    In the perfumed shrine of love,
+    Where burns memory's exhaustless incense
+    From the irridescent thurible of hope,
+    On the altar and couch of my heart
+    Rest thy limbs, O, god of my soul.
+    Drink of the unquenchable draught of caresses;
+    Tear the flowers of my dreams and fancies;
+    Scatter the sacred petals of my passion
+    To the four winds of thy rejoicing.
+
+    Thy rejoicing, that one festival of the High Gods,
+    Where no offering that I bring ever be too dear,
+    Where no soul burnt in the fire of senses can perish;
+    Where no suffering fails to be mother and daughter of joy.
+    Take all, great God among these Gods:
+    The pearl of my woman-soul buried in deeps of passion,
+    The coral-wreath from the ocean of my bleeding heart;
+    And ravish with exquisite merciless touch
+    The one star in my heaven that has led thee hither--
+    My life's eternity in this worship of an hour.
+
+
+
+
+18
+
+THE INFIRM BEGGAR SINGS
+
+
+    Broken and bruised by the hand of Fate,
+      Dark night, my staff,
+    Leaning on its shadowy strength I walk
+      Toward thee, my God.
+    Thy crescent my e'er-present friend;
+      Thy wind, thy voice,
+    Calls me to go on without end
+      To thy star that my soul hath seen.
+    The hour is black, my road unbuilt;
+      My beggar's song
+    I cannot sing; yet, thou knowest,
+      For thy love I long!
+    I come, O Lord! broken and battered
+      To thy world where sorrow is not.
+
+
+
+
+19
+
+
+    Kiss, my love, kiss
+    My burning, breaking being;
+    So when cold death
+    Will put out the light
+    In some wilderness
+    Of far forsaken life
+    Might each kiss blossom
+    Into a lotus and a Shephali.[2]
+    And in the desolate hours
+    Of loneliness of traveling
+    In the dusk of despair
+    One petal of these
+    Will cheer the vagrant souls
+    That tread the pathway
+    Of love's forsaking.
+    Or, when Death will sow
+    This Soul of mine
+    On the lake-shore of sorrow,
+    Like a weeping willow I will spring,
+    And with my green tresses
+    And bending body
+    Shall shelter secrecy-seeking lovers
+    That love for an hour,
+    As our twin hearts today.
+    Kiss then, with kisses of flame;
+    Touch me with rosy caresses;
+    Bury this, my hope, my dream,
+    And thy all-conquering love of me;
+    So the kiss-flowers may each be a dream!
+    May my willow be the vision of Eternal Spring.
+
+
+[Footnote 2: Flowers full of perfume, abounding in Lower Bengal,
+India.]
+
+
+
+
+20
+
+COLOR-HARMONIES
+
+
+    Violet hills,
+    Rosy mist,
+    Limpid pool,
+    Golden notes from sunset's lute
+    For shadows
+    Draped in green
+    With purple feet
+    To dance and swim
+    Through irridescent undulatings.
+    Dusk descends;
+    Mauve cloudlets--
+    Dying butterflies--
+    Flit and fly and die
+    In the opalescent ocean of mist
+    That grows dark and still,
+    Kisses away the last gold
+    From the brow of the hills;
+    Till the coral crescent
+    With its wand of breeze
+    Makes silver ripple-music
+    On the pool's shadow-laden deeps.
+
+
+
+
+21
+
+SANATAN
+
+(THE ABSOLUTE)[3]
+
+
+    Our hopes that fail
+    Are but truths that set
+    To illumine other spirits on their pathway;
+    As our joys that come true
+    Are their far-off dreams,
+    That through the cadence of our life
+    Ring out their pent-up tunes.
+    Whatever dies--needs must live,
+    Whatever breathes doth die too;
+    But above death and life
+    Shines that High Light
+    Where all find rest,
+    Yet endlessly move.
+
+
+[Footnote 3: The word _absolute_ is the synonym for the Sanskrit word
+Sanatan, meaning _Eternal and Immutable Truth_.]
+
+
+
+
+22
+
+COMING OF THE FOG
+
+
+    Killing the light,
+    Blurring the stars,
+    Marring the breeze--
+    Nature's many-stringed harp--
+
+    It comes
+    Silently, sinisterly,
+    Over the land, over the sea,
+    Spreading its beggar-raiment of brown.
+
+    Without stop, without sound,
+    Over the valley
+    Like a great serpent of silence
+    Coiling around the heart of sound.
+
+    A damp insidiousness
+    Creeps into the night;
+    A drab numbness sets in
+    Dripping in lugubrious drops
+    From the haggard fingers
+    Of the autumn trees.
+
+    It strangles the last sound,
+    It devours the last light,
+    Trembles in fear
+    To see its own visage;
+
+    It moves on, on, and around,
+    Ceaselessly, untiringly,
+    Till the black night is drowned
+    In an abyss of brown.
+
+
+
+
+23
+
+
+    In love's afterglow, full of stars,
+    Those lilies of the river of night,
+    Sing no song, dear, speak no word.
+
+    The white noontide has ebbed into gold;
+    Shores-breaking seas cease to roar;
+    Lo! the moonrise of our soul.
+
+    Hardly a kiss, or the shadow of a caress;
+    No decking the hour with the jasmines of touch;
+    But a rose-petal shivering in exquisite agony--our love.
+
+    The weary sunset has grown wearier;
+    A vague lassitude encircles us twain,
+    As separation builds its pathway of tears.
+
+    Cease weeping, yet the saffron light lingers;
+    The stars throb in nebulous lustre,
+    As our hearts to the music of desire.
+
+    What matters if winter be nigh?
+    We sang summer to sleep,
+    And autumn on its bed of leaves.
+
+    Now comes the hour of parting for us,
+    As the last light flickers and fades;
+    Even love's afterglow dying, and is dead.
+
+    Alas! thou art gone, as are the hours of day;
+    The hard gem-burning stars do not set! Oh,
+    In what dark, in what forest roamest thou?
+
+
+
+
+24
+
+THE END
+
+
+    Art thou about me
+    Amid falling leaves
+    And autumn's circling winds
+    When the golden shadows
+    Grow russet and rosy
+    And the purple sunset sets fire to the sky?
+    Art thou the breath
+    That burns my being
+    When cold feel my limbs in terror, and awe?
+    Who art thou? My love?
+    Stranger in a strange garb!
+    Far and farther to be nearer to my heart!
+    Why make spring-flames leap
+    From passion's autumn leaves?
+    Why this urge through fatigue
+    When time falls fast asleep
+    Under the shadow of its grave--
+    The winter ice?
+    Yet, and yet
+    The circling winds
+    Repeat passionate speech,
+    The sunset burns,
+    As my soul
+    In desire's golden heat,
+    Though night be not far
+    Shadows creep near
+    With chilling breath and clutching hands
+    To pluck
+    To destroy
+    The flowers of yielding from your heart:
+    Powerless, fear-stricken;
+    I tremble, I stagger, I fall
+    Into oblivion's pit
+    As time creeps
+    Into winter's grave
+    Silent, empty, white.
+
+
+
+
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+
+THE CONFLUENCE
+
+
+    Tears of Ages come in a stream,
+    Sighs flow in from Life's hoary height,
+    Souls of Sorrow bring their gleam
+    Of a light that is but a moan, not a sight.
+
+    The gray waves of the Sea of Death
+    Congeal under the cold Sun of Suffering,
+    While Time, playing the flute of Fate,
+    Charms them, snake-like, and doth bring.
+
+    Out of a Cave, beyond Lights and Shades
+    Present's storm,--made stormier by Future's promises,--
+    To mingle in the Ocean of Death
+    Like Sleep, yielding to Dream's caresses.
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+    In the deeps of Dream
+    O'er the pool of Sleep
+    A lone star her face
+    Seeking, with song-kindled eyes
+    Her Isle of Rest.
+
+    Across the dusky hills
+    The first flush of waking
+    Unfurls its silver banner
+    To signal the Isle for her:
+    She vanishes, as before, into the fading Night.
+
+    Thus the Eye of Life
+    Searches for the home of Peace
+    Night after night:
+    And when the sun of Death rises
+    It flees,--it loves its own night.
+
+
+
+
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+
+TO
+
+LEO B. MIHAN
+
+
+    Few notes out of the coffer of sound,
+    An image from the gallery of Nature,
+    An hour from the infinity of Time,--
+    Out of these, blessed creature,
+    Createst thou the world of endless rhyme!
+
+
+
+
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+
+CHOPIN'S FUNERAL MARCH
+
+
+    The keyboard black and white;
+    Shadow-Light the Evening's scale;
+    Half silent the voice of thy singing.
+    Quiver the notes in pain;
+    Exquisite, sad, the melody at thy touch;
+    Like the silver arrow of Desire
+    Piercing the Soul's golden heart.
+
+    The room is lost in dark.
+    The ivory keys, white fringe
+    Of a music long since mute;
+    Yet, in the black night
+    Tremble and toss notes
+    Unheard, undreamt,--like sleep
+    Sleepless, and waking full of smart.
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+    In the golden afterglow you lay,
+    When the emerald moon
+    Made thin silver fog-veils
+    For the bride of night,
+    Whose saffron-sandled feet
+    Walked the foam-strewn floor of the sea.
+    In my arms you listened
+    To words of love
+    Poured by the infinite heaven of my heart,
+    Echoed by the endless symphony of the sky.
+    Your silent gaze,
+    Deeper than the song of the sea,
+    Farther than the moon,
+    Nearer than your own heart-beat,
+    Asked mine for speech.
+    "What can my love say
+    At this sad sacred hour?"
+    Hour of parting this!
+    Love's ever-feared moment,
+    Longing's much-dreaded end,
+    Yet no voice sorrows in our being,
+    No woe dims the moon-face tonight.
+    Between the sheltering dunes and fading light
+    On an aërial couch lying,
+    Adorned in kiss-woven garments of nudity
+    Our spirits garlanded with myriad embraces,
+    Borne on passion's flaming wings
+    Cross this ocean of parting
+    Unto that far island of Cythera
+    Where only love reigns
+    In eternal majesty.
+
+
+
+
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+
+HENRIK IBSEN
+
+
+    Lone as the lone north star,
+    Stern as the rocks that guard the sanctity of his home,
+    Pure as the white snow of his land,
+    And beauteous his visions like the fjords
+    At each turn of the mariner's helm.
+
+    The lofty glaciers engage his eyes,
+    As life's height the sight of his mind;
+    And his Imagination, expansive as the sea,
+    Tries to push the boundary-line of the sky, his Soul,
+    Further and further, where a new North Star
+    Awaits his exploring eye.
+
+
+
+
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+
+AFTER HEARING "MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME"
+
+
+    I know not whose the words,
+    Nor the maker of their music;
+      In my sorrow-laden heart
+      The aroma of its pathetic art
+    Like the soothing breath of dream.
+
+    Joy borrows its charm from sorrow;
+    Sorrow feverish with the color of joy;
+      An opaque crystal, a stone on life's string
+      Made of music that doth ring
+    As the stars on the lyre of night.
+
+    A pain it is, made perfect;
+    A call made clear by the voice of peace;
+      A silver stream of song
+      Darkened, yet floweth on and on
+    Between black banks of memory, into the Soul's white home.
+
+
+
+
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+
+THE COMING OF THE TIDE OF NIGHT
+
+
+    Pale this twilight-face,
+    Shade-ridden the horizon-light;
+    The forest, a green-gold vision of grace
+    In its frame of lavender mist.
+
+    No rose-leaf washed in moonlight;
+    No vine on vermilion walls;
+    Pale sunlight fading into night,
+    Dark tunes, the music of the hour.
+
+    No death, nor life is ours, here;
+    But the vast vague sea of black
+    Sounded by star-mariners
+    Seeking the Infinite's track.
+
+
+
+
+33
+
+DEAD LOVE
+
+
+    Pour no blood on ashes, brother,
+    That is not the way;
+    Better say nothing,
+    Blood is no life-giver;
+    It makes death look so gay.
+
+    Dead life, or dead love
+    Need no blood at all.
+    No trumpet's call can
+    Bring back what you lived, and strove:
+    The ashes know no thrall!
+
+    Why cry for a colored glass
+    That for jewel you took;
+    The magic--the dream--
+    All returning to dust and grass,
+    Not a day love your soul forsook.
+
+    At last, you have known it,
+    That is more than they do.
+    Be not afraid, O friend,
+    Alone, alas, alone! you have loved and lived it,
+    Pour no blood on the ashes, for blood can not turn into dew.
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+    It is the same twilight, dear,
+    The hour of love and tear
+    When in raiments of shadows
+    Fancies, fears, hopes, and sorrows
+    Tread the path of sunset,
+    While like barks of jet
+    Float the clouds from east to west.
+
+    I think of thee, my darling,
+    As in my heart strange chords ring
+    Out melodies of many memories,
+    And half-forgotten reveries
+    Telling of this or that scene,
+    That is and has been
+    Trod by thee, Queen of queens.
+
+    My dreams of thee are ceaseless,
+    As my love of thee is endless;
+    Whether it be sunset or sunrise,
+    Hour of star-song, or bird-cries
+    It is of thee that I dream,
+    In the heart of my soul's stream
+    That flows to thy feet, my darling.
+
+    Dark grows both east and west;
+    Flower-heads droop into rest,
+    As I seek to lay my heart and loving
+    On thy star-white breast, my darling,
+    And sink into that pool of sleep
+    That rises from thy singing's deep,
+    While all are silent, as my desires near thee, my Queen.
+
+    What peace thy presence breathes!
+    What serenity weaves its wreathes!
+    What myriad wonders touch hands
+    Across many seas, from many lands,
+    When a thought of thee
+    Heralds thy coming to me
+    Between palpitating desires, and fragrant dreams.
+
+
+
+
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+
+WEARINESS
+
+
+    Weariness the tune of this evening melody,
+    Pain the lute to which I sing;
+    Ah! goddess, why this gray measure
+    In thy starry harmony?
+
+    The white conch[4] of the half-moon
+    Silent as though all worship's ceased,
+    No incense-perfume from the forest censer
+    The breeze brings; all still, like torrid noon.
+
+    I row in a black bark on a copper-colored sea,
+    The sun fades like a golden bubble in its deep;
+    Weariness the chart that I hold in my hand,
+    Weariness the tune of this evening melody.
+
+
+[Footnote 4: In a Hindu temple conch shells are blown during or at the
+close of a worship.]
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+    A call, not a song;
+    A command, not a prayer;
+    No mellowing moonlight, but dawn,
+    Frail, fanciful, and fair
+    In the east of my dream and desire.
+    At the portal of unending desire,
+    Draped in diaphanous dreams,
+    With a whispered word of fire
+    That quivers and gleams
+    Through the clouds of my longing.
+    Longings poignant with pains and tears
+    Enfold, and fill my soul
+    That aches with hopes and fears
+    As thy chariot wheels' roll
+    Sets fire with torches of gold
+    To my words, my silences, my singing,
+    And to this black pyre of my life
+    To take my being on the wings of thy embracing
+    To sail away, far away from man's hate and strife
+    Where only love reigns on its throne of unending light.
+
+
+
+
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+
+REMORSE
+
+
+    Gently descending dark--
+    Curtain of silence
+    From heaven to earth;
+
+    The drama of day over,
+    Empty the seats of life,
+    Dead the twilight fire.
+
+    Curtains of black
+    Woven from threads of purple
+    By the hands of a star,
+
+    That lone soul weeping
+    Over the dead hours
+    Laid by mute time in the eternal's grave.
+
+    In the night of my soul
+    Not even a ray,
+    Nor a mourner present;
+
+    But a deep dark hollow
+    Where no fate weeps
+    Even fear is afraid to tread:
+
+    Fear-forsaken, hollow within hollow,
+    Even silence flees from me--
+    O, the pity of it!
+
+
+
+
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+
+POET
+
+
+    To distil a few golden drops of song
+    Through the gloom of this hour;
+    To filter true emotions
+    Through passion's burning fire
+    When the sun bubble-like fades in the west;
+    As our being craves for night's rest
+    That pool of silver in life's forest of distress.
+
+    To light some pale candles
+    In the cavern of a lonely isle
+    And draw the wine of day
+    From the must of midnight,
+    Or plant a star-seed in the gray-ploughed eve--
+    So out of the abyss of the blackness of night
+    Dawn's million-colored fountain might spring.
+
+
+
+
+39
+
+WANDERER
+
+
+    The silvery beach, a riband around the flowing hair of the sea,
+    Where gleam the foam-flowers garlanded in multitudinous nebulous rings:
+    Here, on the frontier of many worlds and the billow-rocked cradle of
+      eternal sleep,
+    No sound, no music, no silence that a wounded soul can heal.
+
+    A longing more tempestuous than the craven breeze-possesséd deep,
+    And tears that outweigh the salt of the woeful brine,
+    Yet no sleep dream-robbed, or dream-laden, nor even death's pallid
+      peace;
+    But a ceaseless crying over my heart's forsaken valleys
+    Where love like a wraith haunts the empty tombs of memory.
+
+
+
+
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+
+AT DAWN
+
+
+    With the breath of dawn
+    Cooling thy feverish brow,
+    And the fading of the last footfall of the stars
+    No kiss can I bring to thy bedside,
+    Nor caresses of cooling fire, my sweet.
+    Yet through this dreamful silence
+    That writes on the rim of the golden light
+    The story of our love
+    With most eloquent poignancy,
+    More love we pour into each other
+    Than the tryst of an eternal night.
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+    From her many-colored bow Nature
+    Has hurled her silver arrows of rain
+    And slain the hosts of Dark.
+
+    Jeweled with a single star, the Moon
+    Walks the garden of Night;
+    Higher and higher
+    Through the star-enflowered pathways of sapphire
+    She draws her train of silver.
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+    If words fail, song will come;
+    If thought fades, souls will not be dumb;
+    If sound ceases, Silence our song;
+    If Life fails,--Death join our hands.
+
+
+
+
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+
+RAINY NIGHT
+
+
+    Like tears shed over a dream,
+    Like sighs that stream
+    In an unseen nameless way
+    Into the heart of our lay.
+
+    It seemed hour on hours,
+    Years like fading flowers
+    Scattered their petals and bloom
+    In a half-lit forest of gloom.
+
+    The softness of its sounds,
+    Like the coursing of a million hounds
+    Of dream over the glade of sleep
+    Where tortured silences creep.
+
+    Exquisite, pain-laden, peaceful,
+    This night most beautiful,
+    What love forsaken by loving
+    Sets his heart a'singing?
+
+    No torment in it, but tenderness;
+    A liquid star-music of sadness
+    Pours into my soul half asleep;
+    While the willows at my window weep.
+
+
+
+
+44
+
+GHOSTS
+
+
+    Flames flickered in the fireplace,
+    As memories on the hearth of life;
+    Two shadows we, watching, brooding,
+    To catch our reflection
+    In a non-existent stream.
+
+    The ghost-witness of it all,
+    The clock brings its proofs;
+    Moments melt into moments,
+    Like notes of sad music,
+    Like a white cerement.
+
+    Cold memories shroud our life;
+    Speech flees before this;
+    Faces turn away from each other;
+    The fire throws light on them;
+    There, too, flames burn and flicker.
+
+
+
+
+45
+
+RAIN
+
+
+    What world-agony distils its poignancy this day?
+    What pain-laden heart pours out its exhaustless lay
+    Of tormenting woe and tortured silences?
+
+    From the far reaches of the marshland
+    Along and beyond the crescent-bed of the sea-sand
+    What tempest on the wave's-strings makes its cadences?
+
+    The distant hills dimmed like dull and forgotten dreams
+    Raise their shadowy heads where pour in streams
+    The tears of the heart-hollowed mourners of the skies;
+
+    While into the turgid heart of the fens at their feet
+    Turbidly fall and dance sheet upon sheet
+    To the measureless measure of the wind's empty sighs.
+
+    No light but a dismal gray, that neither throbs nor quivers
+    On the torn banks of the heavens' cloud-rivers,
+    But stonily stands still, like death that dies never.
+
+    Not-dead, but a weeping world bathing its corpses--
+    Its memories, its lost hopes, in regret's hearses
+    To be buried in flowerless graves, without incense or prayer.
+
+    It writhes in agony, rolls out in undulating rills,
+    This rain-melody from the sea-waves to the farthest hills,
+    Thence to the dreary distance lost to hearing or sight.
+
+    It is all dark and dank, a mourning of earth and heaven,
+    Sorrow-laden, life-weary, long-lost, death-craven,
+    A day lost to time, a light more baleful than night.
+
+    No dead these, but a living death seeking peace
+    From the furies--their own thoughts--sorrow--surcease,
+    Kissing the lashing wind thinking it to be the breeze.
+
+    Pour, pour, pour, O relentless, exhaustless pain!
+    To the measure of thine own agony, thy woe's refrain,
+    These desolate streams of thy music, thy pangs of a million seas.
+
+
+
+
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+
+EVENING WORSHIP
+
+
+    The amber west melts into saffron,
+    The east, a misty vision of rose:
+    Like the sun, our souls seek repose.
+    The mountains, empurpled priests,
+    The river, the chant from their lips,
+    Sunlit the pine-candles' crimson tips.
+
+    At this hour of worship
+    Shadows spread their wings;
+    Silently the breeze-bell rings.
+    The stars put a silver riband round night's tresses,
+    The light fades like a receding song
+    As fall soundless sounds from Nature's
+    moon-gong.
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+    The rosy mist stilly polishes the round mirror,
+            The moon;
+            Golden her face
+
+    Reflecting the cool sweet glory of a
+            Baby sun
+            When dangling
+
+    His short golden arms in the cradle of the sky
+            After night
+            Gave him birth,
+
+    And herself died as day dies to see the moon,
+            This golden
+            Rose-washed stone
+
+    That the unseen hand puts on the crown of night
+            Beside it puts
+            Bits of white--
+
+    The star-jewels like million fancies, worshipping
+            The goddess
+            Of dream.
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+    The sun's golden spear,
+    The violet cloud writhing in pain;
+    Golden the tint of the sky,
+    The tall trees wave their green-gold hair.
+
+    Music of this hour!
+    The zephyr's perfume-laden argosy
+    Drifts with the song of lutes
+    Down the sunset-stream that falls from heaven's bower.
+
+    Another flow of light,
+    Tinkling like the intangible bells of paradise,
+    Flows out of my heart
+    Into the mysterious love-perfumed ocean of night.
+
+
+
+
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+
+TRUCE
+
+
+    A field of battle--this sky,
+    The sun, the hero bleeding to death;
+    The shadows and lights hurl their
+    Hosts of clouds ceaselessly:
+    No peace?
+    Warfare all?
+    Nay, lo! she cometh--
+    The Spirit of Truce,
+    The Evening Star!
+
+
+
+
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+
+A PARALLEL
+
+
+    Time has passed, since
+    Shadows trembled to watch
+    Twilight sweep the earth
+    For the phantoms to trip and mince.
+
+    A dark breeze the forest-heart stirs;
+    Yet merry the face of the sky--
+    Twinkling in joy
+    Its innumerable eyes, the stars.
+
+    Hushed the music within;
+    Pleasure's silver laugh, dead;
+    Thought lost in reverie--
+    Reverie receding into nothing.
+
+    The taper of dreams flickers
+    Out, leaving the soul in dusk
+    By the altar of love,
+    Flower-laden as the night with stars.
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+    "Nothing endures," you said;
+    "None can die," quoth love;
+    "In the firmament of loving
+    No stars set, no meteors fall."
+
+    Yet, nothing endures, nothing,
+    Naught but dust;
+    Naught but regret and vain desire
+    The twin monuments of life,
+
+    Reared by time, by wrecking
+    All that we seek and find.
+    Its relentless waves of years
+    Break even the impregnable wall of memory
+    That thought builds
+    On the embankment of hope.
+
+    Pass all away, even we who loved,
+    Dreamt as none dreamt before--
+    Borne by the tide of life--
+    But, lo! from our defeated destiny
+    Rise our seeds reared by time
+    Consecrated to love and living!
+
+
+
+
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+
+DISAPPOINTMENT
+
+
+    They think thee bitter:
+    Thou art not made o' laughter
+    Nor love's smile
+    Can thy vision beguile:
+    Like a black-fiery comet
+    Suddenly, sinisterly, thou comest;
+    Making thy fateful journey,
+    Littering the floor of destiny
+    With wreckages of life,
+    Of love, of heart--
+    Of all visitors thou art the surest;
+    Halting nowhere long, endlessly passest,
+    Dragging behind thee thy train of fire
+    That burneth all, heedless of curse or prayer.
+
+
+
+
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+
+BUDDHA
+
+
+    On thy Lotus-seat of Night,--
+    Meditation closing thy eyes,--
+    The Star Hosts thy awe-struck devotees:
+    The Moon, thy halo unchanging.
+    White-robed time telling his beads
+    Of aeons on the thread of Eternity
+    By the ocean of space
+    Slumbering in peace at thy feet;
+    While Destiny stringing the lyre of death
+    Sings Nirvana's hymn.
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+    Ask me not to stand at thy friendship's gate--
+    I, who loved thee, now must like a cold spectre from a far forgotten
+      land of snow
+    Watch thee fall asleep on the couch of freezing friendship?
+    In these arms thou sought and joyed on many delights
+    Excavated the ruins of passion to build them anew,
+    Or sailed on thy wings--these arms--over love's enchanted sea.
+                 Friendship!
+    Barrier not this, but a coward's refuge--
+    A shadow, not the rainbow-light of loving and life.
+    O come, my pilot, conduct the bark of our twin souls
+    From cold friendship's haven
+    Over love's boistrous desire-foam-fringéd ocean
+    Till in the sheer joy and fatigue of flying
+    We fail, fall and fade
+    Into the heart of Passion's another fire-born day.
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+    Golden vines they,
+    These thin lines of light,
+    Climbing the sky-wall
+    After the sun sank into sleep.
+
+    Like rills, thread-like,
+    Seen from a jutting rock
+    Where air is dizzy
+    And fancy infinite, free.
+
+    What fiery wine
+    Tingles in these vines
+    Weaving golden arabesques
+    On the pale evening sky?
+
+    Ah, the heavens this hour
+    Have drunk of sunset's ruby Wine
+    For those golden cobwebs to weave
+    Their magic of twilight dreams.
+
+
+
+
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+
+AT SUNDOWN
+
+
+    Two shadows fell, tremulous and frail,
+    From the upland over the lake-surface pale,
+    While the shivering reeds shook at sunset,
+    As the swans sailed into a sea of jet.
+
+    The rippling waters, and the breeze,
+    And the shadows that fall from the trees,
+    Mingled and melted with the twain,
+    A song of whitewashed away by its black refrain.
+
+    Only words remained, palpitating and few,
+    Falling through the gloom and night's dew
+    Like jewelled fancies rising out of a dream
+    That live for a moment and die ere they gleam.
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+    Tears well out from my heart,
+    As clouds overcast my soul,
+    And blur my vision of thee.
+
+    Melancholy this dawn,
+    When thy smile and words,
+    And thy sky-shaming eyes
+    Are not beside me to rouse me from sleep.
+
+    Though cry I without end,
+    Yet a thought of thee heals many wounds,
+    Why? thou ask me; how can I tell?
+
+    All thou wish to take is thine;
+    Not even the dust of thy feet I seek,
+    Only leave me the star of thy memory
+    To bathe in the rain of my weeping.
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+    At last thou comest;
+    Thy footsteps I hear across the ages,
+    Over wandering fancies,
+    Through shadows of dreams
+    Is thy coming, Queen of queens.
+
+    This shimmering summer of life
+    That thou bringest with thee
+    As a gift to my silent waiting
+    Is but what I prayed to bring
+    To the altar of thy coming.
+
+    I spread the seat of my soul,
+    For thee to rest thy tired limbs;
+    And wave the fan of my heart
+    To cool thy lotus-shaming face,
+    Lady of light, queen of grace.
+
+    Come to my bower of worship,
+    Where burns the incense of devotion,
+    Lay thy rose-robed body
+    In the shrine of my longing,
+    Where love's rainbow-songs are ringing.
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+    The lingering light of the sun
+    Takes from the chalice of the valley
+    Its mist-perfume to wash the
+    Moon-face with rose.
+    In the pool at my feet the goldfishes drag their trains of brown
+    Which cleave it into parts that ceaselessly mingle anew.
+    The moon, silver bright
+    Through thousand streams sends her light
+    Into the valley aswoon, listening to the harmony of night.
+
+
+
+
+60
+
+
+    I have drunk your tears with insatiate lips;
+    I have broken like a toy the heart of your life;
+    What have I given? your last query!
+    The cup of my heart filled I with love;
+    The chalice of soul with the substance of my God,
+    For thee to drink my life's first love.
+    Thou drankest as one that comes from a desert,
+    Thou spiltest the nectar heedless, like mad;
+    Yet I cursed not, nor shed tears;
+    But loved thee, longed to live for thy love.
+    Alas! thy tears grew salt, thy love thy self's greedy grasp,--
+    O, it is the end; let us part!
+    The morning of indifference wings the gray sky;
+    The bird-song of the other dawns the raven's shriek now,--
+    Shed no more tears, I tire of my drink;
+    Break not thy heart; thy soul? Let it be still!
+    Beyond the gray-cloud is the land of sunrise:
+    Let us part, dear, let us be wise.
+
+
+
+
+61
+
+SOUND BUTTERFLIES
+
+(IN A FOUNTAIN)
+
+
+    Like interpenetrating bells of silver,
+    The water-drops ring and melt
+    Into new drops, like new notes
+    From an untiring lyre,
+    That in colored succession
+    Paint our heart-beats
+    From the gold of sunrise into sunset fire;
+    Yet, not like that, this brush of water-drops
+    Limns on the silver rim of Joy
+    The dark Butterflies of Desire.
+
+
+
+
+62
+
+
+    Even in sadness thou art beside me,
+    In gladness, none so happy as thee;
+            I love thee;
+    May my love kiss the feet of thy love of me.
+
+    My dreams are thine, day or night,
+    My sleep sings in silence to the night
+            Of thy delight;
+    May thy heart's gifts like stars my heart's heaven bedight!
+
+    Though a sigh rises in my soul this hour;
+    Closes its petals in the west the golden day-flower;
+            In my bower
+    Let thy love pour its rainbow shower.
+
+
+
+
+63
+
+
+    By the sea of sleep walks white-robed Night;
+    The breeze but the faint rustle of her drapery
+    That calls the mist-made bark of dream
+    From the cavern of the Unknown to sail to us,
+    Laden with endless star-like fancies.
+    And She! the magician, walks on and on
+    Over the sapphire embankment of the sky
+    Like a moving magnet drawing behind her a million dream-argosies.
+
+
+
+
+64
+
+FAREWELL
+
+(AFTER A HINDUSTANI SONG)
+
+
+    Farewell, fairest of loves!
+    Life's most fanciful of gifts,
+    Joy and treasure, love and wonder,
+    Waking's elusive reality,
+    Dream's ever-yielding divinity.
+    Even thou must pass
+    Beyond time's starless bar:
+    Thy eyes, their lambent flames
+    Shall no more illumine my night;
+    Nor thy brow, home of many moods,
+    Tranquil yet tormented as a sea,
+    Shall ever wear the coronal of my kiss.
+    Ah, kisses! blisses of fire,
+    Passion's long lingering melody
+    Played by thy lips on mine.
+    Even they must die--
+    Intangible realities of rapture,
+    Ever present wonders of desire--
+    Now like autumn leaves
+    Fly with the west-wind of fear.
+    No, not fear that takes thee from me,
+    Nor love's slayer, satiety;
+    Yet art gone; thou art going.
+    Oh, not to crush thy heart on mine:
+    Thy breasts made but for my hands,
+    No more to quiver in rapture therein!
+    Who wills this cruel decree?
+    The warmth of thy body,
+    The staggering storm of thy yielding,
+    The intoxicating perfume of thy mouth:
+    These, and many other endless
+    Viols and lutes of passion, love, life,
+    Delights of a thousand heavens,
+    Who robs them of me?
+    Fate! that fool in the court of love,
+    Who hath no wit for laughter,
+    Steals it all from me
+    In the mid-hour of life;
+    And as it befits his mind,
+    Scatters it all over the turbid
+    Stream of fear and lies.
+
+
+
+
+65
+
+SATIETY
+
+
+    All thy gifts must die,
+    All thy thoughts must fail;
+    Such were the decree writ by time
+    With shadows on the scroll of fate.
+    Even thy memory recedes into forgetting,
+    Thy lustrous words star-like set,
+    Ah, sweet! autumn's breath withers all,
+    Even the west-wind fears to tread.
+    All yield to the power of relentless time
+    That no love nor passion can stay,
+    Blown like dried leaves we now
+    On the granite pavement of fate.
+    No more thy lip-touch on my brow,
+    Nor thy hands pleading caresses,
+    Thy gifts fall and fade into nothing,
+    Thy vision grows dim in life's sunset-west.
+
+
+
+
+66
+
+
+    Drowsy the noonday air,
+    Under the trees the still shadow
+    Like a fugitive fragment of night
+    Seeks shelter from the sun.
+
+    The bird has ceased singing,
+    The beggar unable to bear
+    The wealth of the sun
+    Spreads his torn garment,
+
+    To find peace in
+    The benign shadow of sleep.
+    Ah, lone soul like him,
+    I spread this rag of my song.
+
+    Under the tree of life
+    Over which blazes the sun of fate.
+    The calm of its shadow
+    Protects me, but where my peace?
+
+
+
+
+67
+
+CHATTERTON
+
+
+    For summers seventeen
+    This flower of spring
+    Scattered fragrance
+    That dwelt in its petals seventeen.
+    Seventeen song-hours,
+    A heart never weary;
+    A soul with honey of all flowers
+    A song as enchanting as stars.
+
+    A boy never grown old,
+    A lute never tiring to sing,
+    A mind ne'er chilled
+    Though Hunger's hand lay cold.
+
+    Steely-cold on his breast,
+    Yet the boy sang;
+    Loved as alone a poet can
+    Endlessly, without rest.
+    Just seventeen!
+    Ne'er old, though time passes;
+    A golden lyre-string
+    Has not yet ceased ringing:
+
+    Rings through the heart of time
+    O'er the summit of death
+    To the music of the Nine
+    Into the heart of Eternal Rhyme.
+
+
+
+
+68
+
+
+    A summer song it was,
+    Counting of many unseen stars
+    In an intangible sky
+    Making new milky ways--
+    Silver-shadow-paths that lead
+    From sapphire abysses
+    Into deeper abysses still.
+    The deeps of our souls
+    Lit by passion's burning flowers
+    Tremulous, timorous flames of silver,
+    That with thousand hands
+    Our hearts sought to pluck and scatter,
+    Or make barbéd garlands
+    For love's nuptial hour.
+    Nuptial hour, briefer than a moment,
+    Longer than Heaven's Eternal summer,
+    When each flower burns to soothe,
+    And each soothing petal burns anew;
+    Till myriad streams of fire
+    Strewn with countless flaming stars
+    Bear us to the far sea of Time
+    Where no summer dies,
+    Nor endure the stinging moments of love's winter.
+
+
+
+
+69
+
+"WHO KNOWS"
+
+
+    Time's torment,
+    Life's woes,
+    And sorrow's wan gaze
+    Are but shades
+    In a picture of light
+    Where nothing abides,
+    All things fade.
+    In fading there is beauty,
+    By shedding tears
+    We bathe our hearts--
+    Those crushed flowers full of smart--
+    For a deity not far from our souls.
+    Yet, no solace in prayer,
+    Pain has no largess;
+    Dark has stars,
+    But no barren earth its flowers.
+    All are dismal and fallow;
+    Yet, from the mountain's stony heart
+    Spring multitudinous rivers
+    Sparkling at dawn, and
+    Deepening night's gloom with mysterious murmurs;
+    And who knows?
+    These streams that pass
+    By the balcony of our past,
+    Through present's wilderness,
+    Into desolate future
+    May reach the land of the farthest star.
+    Who knows? Ah! who knows?
+    May these song-rills
+    From my heart's little hill
+    Empty their singing waters
+    Into a sea of song-making
+    Where nothing endures
+    But the sound and echo of singing.
+    Where sound, and echo are one,
+    A moonset vale of sunset land,
+    Where light is wedded to shade
+    Without death, full of dying, yet not dead.
+
+
+
+
+70
+
+THE FIRST VISION
+
+
+    The impenetrable dark--
+    Darkness of cloud and night
+    Coming on black silent wings
+    Surround me in their folds,
+    As it sits by my side on the shore of time.
+
+    No fear, no sorrow, no hope,
+    Not even the footfall of a star;
+    Dim, deep sable tones
+    Rise from the organ of nothing
+    With its flats and sharps of clouds and night.
+
+    Ripples of moments
+    Waves of hours and years
+    Break on the shore of space
+    To speak vague, soundless words
+    To my soul, alone, shade among shades.
+
+    Not even the unheard whisper
+    Of the shadow of a breeze,
+    But silence ponderous, peaceful,
+    Afraid of its own self
+    A mute hound at my feet.
+
+    Who art thou?
+    Whom do I know in this emptiness?
+    Who has lived with me?
+    And called me from the deeps of time?
+
+    Recedes the bank of space;
+    Fades away even the unfilled time,
+    No light, no sound, not even a dream;
+    Yet who speaks through silence?
+    Who plays this music of night?
+
+    Like an intangible river it flows
+    With waves of shadow-sound
+    Between banks of mountainous silence--
+    O, who! who are you?
+    Light in a world of shadows,
+    Rainbow among sunless clouds,
+    Bark of song on this sea of silence,
+    O ferryman of the soul!
+    O Word on Infinite's scroll.
+
+
+
+
+71
+
+SHANTI[5]
+
+
+    Sleep shadows, sleep light;
+    Sleep tune, sleep speech;
+    Sleep night, sleep day;
+    Sleep children in the cradle of rest.
+
+    Dream stars, dream moon;
+    Dream sea; dream O, sun;
+    Dream rainbow, dream storm;
+    Dream rain, O, milk from Heaven's breast.
+
+    Rest ye feet, rest ye hands;
+    Rest bleeding hours of even;
+    Rest O, heart torn and burnt,
+    Rest my fancies, day is done.
+
+    Sleep night, sleep with star-eyes closed;
+    Sleep sorrow in death's silent repose;
+    Sleep O, Soul, be it twilight or morn;
+    Sleep thou too, O, sleep, heedless of moon and sun.
+
+
+[Footnote 5: Shanti is the Sanskrit for "Peace."]
+
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+ERRATA
+
+
+Page 17, lines 6 and 7 should read as follows:
+
+    Yet its mighty thrall
+    Holds me, haunts me
+
+
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+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
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+<p>Title: Sandhya</p>
+<p>       Songs of Twilight</p>
+<p>Author: Dhan Gopal Mukerji</p>
+<p>Release Date: October 2, 2007  [eBook #22848]</p>
+<p>Language: English</p>
+<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p>
+<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SANDHYA***</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h3>E-text prepared by Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper, Sankar Viswanathan,<br />
+    and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team<br />
+    (http://www.pgdp.net)</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<hr class="full" />
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h1>SANDHYA</h1>
+
+<h2>SONGS OF TWILIGHT</h2>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h3>BY</h3>
+
+<h2>DHAN GOPAL MUKERJI</h2>
+
+<h4>AUTHOR OF "LAYLA-MAJNU"<br />
+AND "RAJANI"</h4>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="center"><img src="images/image_01.jpg" alt="Seal" width="60" height="329" /></div>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h4>NINETEEN SEVENTEEN</h4>
+
+<h2>PAUL ELDER AND COMPANY</h2>
+
+<h3>SAN FRANCISCO</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h4><i>Copyright</i>, 1917</h4>
+
+<h3><i>By</i> PAUL ELDER AND COMPANY</h3>
+
+<h3>SAN FRANCISCO
+</h3>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>TO</h3>
+
+<h3>MRS. HANCOCK BANNING</h3>
+
+<h3>MRS. WILLIAM CLARK, JR.</h3>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><i>FOREWORD</i></h2>
+
+
+<p><i>Like "Rajani" [perhaps more than], "Sandhya" is a slender rill that
+has drawn its music from my Bengali which has told upon its English
+structure. This and many other faults of these poems are due to their
+unyielding adherence to spontaneity.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>"Sandhya" came then, as "Rajani" in its own way through the bed of my
+Bengali reflecting its sound and sense, and trying to echo back its
+music that descends on all with the fading twilight.</i></p>
+
+<p class="f2"><span class="smcap">Dhan Gopal Mukerji.</span></p>
+
+<p><i>N. B.</i>&mdash;<i>Since some of these poems were born without, and defy
+titles, I have refrained from forcing any on them.</i></p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CONTENTS</h2>
+
+<table summary="Contents">
+<tr><td></td><td class="tocpg f1">POEM</td><td class="tocpg f1">PAGE</td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#ANC_I">Symbolism</a></span></td>
+<td class="tocpg">1</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_3">3</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#ANC_2">Source of Singing</a></span></td>
+<td class="tocpg">2</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_4">4</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_3">"<span class="smcap">With purple shadows the mist measures the infinite sea</span>"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">3</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_5">5</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_4">"<span class="smcap">O, Old! O, New!</span>"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">4</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_6">6</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_5">"<span class="smcap">The far away called her</span>"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">5</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_8">8</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#ANC_6">Lassitude</a></span></td>
+<td class="tocpg">6</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_10">10</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_7">"<span class="smcap">Ah! pale, cool lips that burn</span>"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">7</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_11">11</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_8"><span class="smcap">Forlorn</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">8</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_9"><span class="smcap">After a Bengali Song</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">9</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_10"><span class="smcap">Moonrise</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">10</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_11"><span class="smcap">At Ventura, California</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">11</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_12">"<span class="smcap">The same air that you breathe</span>"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">12</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_13">"<span class="smcap">Why this return</span>?"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">13</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_17">17</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_14">"<span class="smcap">By the verge of the woodland</span>"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">14</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_18">18</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_15"><span class="smcap">The Dream of His Soul</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">15</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_16"><span class="smcap">The Eurasian</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">16</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_20">20</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_17">"<span class="smcap">In the perfumed shrine of love</span>"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">17</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_18"><span class="smcap">The Infirm Beggar Sings</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">18</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_22">22</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_19">"<span class="smcap">Kiss, my love, kiss</span>"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">19</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_20"><span class="smcap">Color-Harmonies</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">20</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_24">24</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_21"><span class="smcap">Sanatan (The Absolute)</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">21</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_22"><span class="smcap">Coming of the Fog</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">22</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_23">"<span class="smcap">In love's afterglow, full of stars</span>"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">23</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_24"><span class="smcap">The End</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">24</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_25"><span class="smcap">The Confluence</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">25</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_30">30</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_26">"<span class="smcap">In the deeps of Dream</span>"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">26</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_27"><span class="smcap">To Leo B. Mihan</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">27</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_28"><span class="smcap">Chopin's Funeral March</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">28</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_29">"<span class="smcap">In the golden afterglow you lay</span>"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">29</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_34">34</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_30"><span class="smcap">Henrik Ibsen</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">30</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_31"><span class="smcap">After Hearing "My Old Kentucky Home"</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">31</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_32"><span class="smcap">The Coming of the Tide of Night</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">32</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_33"><span class="smcap">Dead Love</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">33</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_34">"<span class="smcap">It is the same twilight, dear</span>"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">34</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_35"><span class="smcap">Weariness</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">35</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_36">"<span class="smcap">A call, not a song</span>"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">36</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_37"><span class="smcap">Remorse</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">37</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_44">44</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_38"><span class="smcap">Poet</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">38</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_39"><span class="smcap">Wanderer</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">39</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_40"><span class="smcap">At Dawn</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">40</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_41">"<span class="smcap">From her many-colored bow, Nature</span>"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">41</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_42">"<span class="smcap">If words fail, song will come</span>"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">42</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_43"><span class="smcap">Rainy Night</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">43</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_50">50</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_44"><span class="smcap">Ghosts</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">44</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_51">51</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_45"><span class="smcap">Rain</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">45</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_52">52</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_46"><span class="smcap">Evening Worship</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">46</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_54">54</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_47">"<span class="smcap">The rosy mist stilly polishes the round mirror</span>"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">47</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_55">55</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_48">"<span class="smcap">The sun's golden spear</span>"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">48</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_49"><span class="smcap">Truce</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">49</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_57">57</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_50"><span class="smcap">A Parallel</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">50</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_58">58</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_51">"<span class="smcap">'Nothing endures,' you said</span>"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">51</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_52"><span class="smcap">Disappointment</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">52</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_53"><span class="smcap">Buddha</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">53</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_54">"<span class="smcap">Ask me not to stand at thy friendship's gate</span>"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">54</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_62">62</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_55">"<span class="smcap">Golden vines they</span>"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">55</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_56"><span class="smcap">At Sundown</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">56</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_64">64</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_57">"<span class="smcap">Tears well out from my heart</span>"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">57</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_65">65</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_58">"<span class="smcap">At last thou comest</span>"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">58</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_66">66</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_59">"<span class="smcap">The lingering light of the sun</span>"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">59</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_60">"<span class="smcap">I have drunk your tears with insatiate lips</span>"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">60</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_61"><span class="smcap">Sound Butterflies (In a Fountain)</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">61</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_69">69</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_62">"<span class="smcap">Even in sadness thou art beside me</span>"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">62</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_63">"<span class="smcap">By the sea of sleep walks white-robed Night</span>"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">63</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_71">71</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_64"><span class="smcap">Farewell (After a Hindustani Song)</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">64</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_72">72</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_65"><span class="smcap">Satiety</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">65</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_74">74</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_66">"<span class="smcap">Drowsy the noonday air</span>"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">66</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_75">75</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_67"><span class="smcap">Chatterton</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">67</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_76">76</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_68">"<span class="smcap">A summer song it was</span>"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">68</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_69">"<span class="smcap">Who Knows</span>"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">69</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_78">78</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_70"><span class="smcap">The First Vision</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">70</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_80">80</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANC_71"><span class="smcap">Shanti</span></a></td>
+<td class="tocpg">71</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_82">82</a></td></tr>
+</table>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<h2>SANDHYA, SONGS OF TWILIGHT</h2>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_I" id="ANC_I"></a>I</h2>
+
+<h2>SYMBOLISM</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tongueless the bell!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lute without a song!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It is not night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It is God's dawn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Silence its unending song.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Over heart's valley,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the soul's night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through pain's window<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Behold! His light!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On Life's Height.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No prayer, now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though death-waves roll,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Faith's candle lit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beside it sits the soul<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Reading Eternity's scroll.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_2" id="ANC_2"></a>2</h2>
+
+<h2>SOURCE OF SINGING</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A bruised heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A wounded soul,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A broken lute,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That is all!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A sad evening,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a lone star,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then song reddens&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sets life's forest afire!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_3" id="ANC_3"></a>3</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With purple shadows the mist measures the infinite sea<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That spreads her wave-raiment in lavender, violet, gray, and green;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While with thin silver rays a lone star seeks to sound the deeps.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The breeze-wings tire of flight;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The mist-threads weave a rose-fringed dusky drapery<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To cover the bare breasts of the dunes from the moon's langour-heavy eyes.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The shadows die in purple silence;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fades the one star from the sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As the dark mist puts out the rose-red moon from its deep.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pale gleams the lighthouse light;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No warring waves break the peace of sleep tonight<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor a hungry wind shrieks in pain from the lea.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Under her heavy veil of black<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A languid sea sluggishly flows<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To some far land of forsaken dreams.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_4" id="ANC_4"></a>4</h2>
+
+<h2>"O, OLD! O, NEW!"<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a></h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who are you?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why make me wait<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the hour of dew<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till another sunset?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why do I look<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For your coming?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Listen to the weeping brook<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That might bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To my lonely shore<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A word from you.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah, nothing! not a leaf's tremor!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, old! O, longed for new!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who are you? I ask;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Know not why I seek<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From day to dusk<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Without waking or sleep,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No sleep! no waking!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A dreaming, a longing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not knowing, yet seeking,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For your coming waiting&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, spring-born!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, autumn-clad!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, soul's new morn!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, old! O, glad!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So glad, so young!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, unseen, unknown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, fugitive vision!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, eternal moan<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In my heart&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span></div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O, tearful Soul of laughter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Untouched, unhurt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, sweet! O, bitter!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My born yet unborn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shadow not fallen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, undawning morn&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, message unbroken.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why, how, when?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I wait, wait for you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O embrace of earth and heaven;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, Old! O, New!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> "O, Old! O, New!" is the cry of a "Po&aacute;ti," <i>e. g.</i>, a
+mother's cry to her unborn child. "Po&aacute;ti" has no precise English
+synonym.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_5" id="ANC_5"></a>5</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The far away called her&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A pilgrim on the hope-lit bark of youth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A woman, a child, a soul<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On an argosy for the lands of south.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It called her in her dreams;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her waking into a deeper dream grew;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The flute of the distant<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Played ceaselessly the music of the new.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With words of fire it called her,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beyond the bourne of her days<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To a silent sea of joy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Washed by unending twilight-rays.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It called her at dawn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When night shed the star-jewels from her hair;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It called her at sunset<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the moon mutely ascended the heaven's stair.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It called her without ceasing&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hour after hour but a calling,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till "Come, come, come!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At her soul's door kept repeating:<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span></div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come, come, come!&mdash;in<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her word, her music, her song;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Far away, near, far again<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Heedless of nightfall and dawn.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It called, it cried, it prayed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till She, the deity, made answer<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through youth, through age, through death<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To her own far away's receding star.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_6" id="ANC_6"></a>6</h2>
+
+<h2>LASSITUDE</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah! to be able to sing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To sorrow in melody;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To string with silver<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sorrow's dark harp!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Or, mount every thorn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Crowning life's brow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With lustrous stars&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those tears of the sky.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Rolling down its face<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When night's hand puts<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Darkness's crown on its head<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As twilight dies.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">None of these, for my soul;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Only to weep is given to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To nourish my heart's crop<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the scythe of barrenness to reap.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_7" id="ANC_7"></a>7</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah! pale cool lips that burn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Body that yields, though unyielding,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, moon with the heat of the sun!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flashing out a million lights<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To cleave into nothing the endless firmament of my being.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Take all; my soul's mistress! heart's queen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The flaming fancies of my dream-tortured night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The intoxicating fruits of my day dream,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fiery lotus of my senses' delight<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That rises from the abyss of my life.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The abysmal heaven of love and living<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now bruised, burnt, torn and thrown<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the winds of thy ravishing rejoicing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose inarticulate words of delight and moan<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Make the ever-yielding music of my soul.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_8" id="ANC_8"></a>8</h2>
+
+<h2>FORLORN</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the star-blurred hours of the night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the cloud-dams stay the flow of winds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not even the shadow of a meteor moves,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As in the watch-tower of love I sit;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through the casement of hope look for thy coming<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Along the moss-grown path of stones&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those agonies that time has built on my soul&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the unfathomable lake of my tears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shed when even prayers had failed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To bring thy returning.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come, destroyer of my peace and sleep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Plunderer of lights of my days!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Enigma on the scroll of my fate<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before the lightnings fired my tower<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thunders crashed in my life's sky.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Only send the echo of thy footfalls&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The ring of thy song,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a star&mdash;reflection of thy smile&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those million suns in the firmament of my dawn.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_9" id="ANC_9"></a>9</h2>
+
+<h2>AFTER A BENGALI SONG</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the forest of my being the voice of your lute;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the depth of my heart the pearl of your tear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the temple of my soul chimes the bell of your love.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The fire of dawn, shadow of eve,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Life's sorrow, and death's mute-enchanting peace<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Steal away silently, fearfully, at thy flute's music.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O, frail, faint call which I seek to echo!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, breath of love laden with the aroma of my soul!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why seek I ever without, O guest at my door?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_10" id="ANC_10"></a>10</h2>
+
+<h2>MOONRISE</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A soft light mantle of rose wear the brown hills<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As they look down on the valley where the rills<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spin their long silver embroideries<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the fringe of spring's green&eacute;d draperies.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The cloud-banks recede with the fading breeze,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The warblers fall into silence in the trees<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To listen to many-colored dream-melodies<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That the mute stars make on sleep's endless seas.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The last light flickers out of the sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shadows with golden feet o'er the green valley hie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The silver rills trill like warblers from earth's deeps<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As the moon, the sun of another dawn, heavenward leaps.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_11" id="ANC_11"></a>11</h2>
+
+<h2>AT VENTURA, CALIFORNIA</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The moon rises and washes the brine with silver;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The dunes like white elephants restfully asleep after the chase;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the fog comes to bring the moon its veil of shades.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The waves stretch their phosphorescent arms<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To embrace the night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wind like a wounded gull beats its wings<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over the land, over the sea, into the fog-vested intangibility.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Like a thousand trumpets the breakers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Proclaim the empiry of night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The rocky caverns send back echoes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like homage from vassals near and far;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A faint cry seemeth to flash like lightning;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through the clouds of the roar of waves:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It is not from the rocks, nor from the sea;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah! it is the prayer of a mightier ocean&mdash;Humanity!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_12" id="ANC_12"></a>12</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The same air that you breathe<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is the air that caresses my sky;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sunlight that lingers on your hair and lips<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sets fire to the pathway of my life;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the call of nature's numberless birds<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But reflects in world's mirror the music of our heart's singing&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Melody made of sweet agonies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Exquisite joys poured from pitchers of pain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As this summer's heat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the ever-burning heart of heaven.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not heaven alone;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The earth, the air, flowers, and leaves<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Filled with passion that knows no slaking,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet tranquil like sleep's dream-billowed sea.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More than dream-billowed sea this love that I bring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its boistrous waves seek the firmament of your yielding;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While your heart-beats' arrows seek to slay my heart a'beating,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As I inhale the fragrance of your breath and hair;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And pour the perfume of my soul<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On your sun-bathed feet.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_13" id="ANC_13"></a>13</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Why this return?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why this sunlight<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When all seemed without sun?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Whence this call?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I cannot tell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet its mighty thralls.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hold me, haunt me<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hour after hour,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With its name of thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All seems ended,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The last light lost<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the house of the dead.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yet with time's tide<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rises thy face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My heart, my soul, my bride.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Though poureth the rain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sorrow clouds my sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet not mine the pain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What I hear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I can not tell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And what I fear,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Will not endure:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But thou returnest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O serene, O silent, O pure!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_14" id="ANC_14"></a>14</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">By the verge of the woodland,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where purling brooks loosen their brown tresses,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the music of the breeze<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is played on viols of the vines and trees,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy soft words I hear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like songs from enchantment's strings.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah, vanishing moments of ecstacy!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Far-fleeing only to be nearer to my soul,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rest, rest awhile on the hillside of my echoing!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pour on it the sweet rain of thy words' melody<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till they mingle and drown my tears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into thy kisses' passion-swept sea.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_15" id="ANC_15"></a>15</h2>
+
+<h2>THE DREAM OF HIS SOUL</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Dream of his Soul, in flesh and blood&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not to possess, but only to see&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was given him, for an hour:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah, fool, he lingered longer,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Dream died like the shadow of a Star!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_16" id="ANC_16"></a>16</h2>
+
+<h2>THE EURASIAN</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Indignity your part today,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Suffering the guerdon of the gods;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No country to claim your own,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nowhere to lay your head.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The ocean of ignorance separates us;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The snow-storm of commerce blinds the eye;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet you must stand true,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bridge of blood and flesh between the West and East.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In ages to come, when<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Man will love his brother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Irrespective of birth and breed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the pantheon of the future, yours the immortal seat.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Son of man, you are brother!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bearer of the cross of God!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your destiny the lodestar of our epoch,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your life our rood-littered road of the Lord.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Arise, awake, halt not<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till the goal is reached;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Raise high the Host of freedom<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blare the trumpet of light.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Suffer you, for the world to rejoice";<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Die" so they "can live";<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Live that you may bring the light<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the meeting place of the West and East.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_17" id="ANC_17"></a>17</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the perfumed shrine of love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where burns memory's exhaustless incense<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the irridescent thurible of hope,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the altar and couch of my heart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rest thy limbs, O, god of my soul.<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Drink of the unquenchable draught of caresses;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Tear the flowers of my dreams and fancies;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Scatter the sacred petals of my passion<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the four winds of thy rejoicing.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thy rejoicing, that one festival of the High Gods,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where no offering that I bring ever be too dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where no soul burnt in the fire of senses can perish;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where no suffering fails to be mother and daughter of joy.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Take all, great God among these Gods:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The pearl of my woman-soul buried in deeps of passion,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The coral-wreath from the ocean of my bleeding heart;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And ravish with exquisite merciless touch<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The one star in my heaven that has led thee hither&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My life's eternity in this worship of an hour.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_18" id="ANC_18"></a>18</h2>
+
+<h2>THE INFIRM BEGGAR SINGS</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Broken and bruised by the hand of Fate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Dark night, my staff,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Leaning on its shadowy strength I walk<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Toward thee, my God.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy crescent my e'er-present friend;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thy wind, thy voice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Calls me to go on without end<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To thy star that my soul hath seen.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The hour is black, my road unbuilt;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My beggar's song<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I cannot sing; yet, thou knowest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For thy love I long!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I come, O Lord! broken and battered<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To thy world where sorrow is not.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_19" id="ANC_19"></a>19</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Kiss, my love, kiss<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My burning, breaking being;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So when cold death<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will put out the light<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In some wilderness<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of far forsaken life<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Might each kiss blossom<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into a lotus and a Shephali.<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a><br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">And in the desolate hours<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of loneliness of traveling<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the dusk of despair<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One petal of these<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will cheer the vagrant souls<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That tread the pathway<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of love's forsaking.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or, when Death will sow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This Soul of mine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the lake-shore of sorrow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a weeping willow I will spring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with my green tresses<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bending body<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall shelter secrecy-seeking lovers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That love for an hour,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As our twin hearts today.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kiss then, with kisses of flame;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Touch me with rosy caresses;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bury this, my hope, my dream,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thy all-conquering love of me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So the kiss-flowers may each be a dream!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May my willow be the vision of Eternal Spring.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> Flowers full of perfume, abounding in Lower Bengal,
+India.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_20" id="ANC_20"></a>20</h2>
+
+<h2>COLOR-HARMONIES</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Violet hills,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rosy mist,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Limpid pool,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Golden notes from sunset's lute<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For shadows<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Draped in green<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With purple feet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To dance and swim<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through irridescent undulatings.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dusk descends;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mauve cloudlets&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dying butterflies&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flit and fly and die<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the opalescent ocean of mist<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That grows dark and still,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kisses away the last gold<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the brow of the hills;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till the coral crescent<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With its wand of breeze<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Makes silver ripple-music<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the pool's shadow-laden deeps.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_21" id="ANC_21"></a>21</h2>
+
+<h2>SANATAN</h2>
+
+<h3>(THE ABSOLUTE)<a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a></h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Our hopes that fail<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are but truths that set<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To illumine other spirits on their pathway;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As our joys that come true<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are their far-off dreams,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That through the cadence of our life<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ring out their pent-up tunes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whatever dies&mdash;needs must live,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whatever breathes doth die too;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But above death and life<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shines that High Light<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where all find rest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet endlessly move.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> The word <i>absolute</i> is the synonym for the Sanskrit word
+Sanatan, meaning <i>Eternal and Immutable Truth</i>.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_22" id="ANC_22"></a>22</h2>
+
+<h2>COMING OF THE FOG</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Killing the light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blurring the stars,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Marring the breeze&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nature's many-stringed harp&mdash;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It comes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Silently, sinisterly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over the land, over the sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spreading its beggar-raiment of brown.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Without stop, without sound,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over the valley<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a great serpent of silence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Coiling around the heart of sound.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A damp insidiousness<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Creeps into the night;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A drab numbness sets in<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dripping in lugubrious drops<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the haggard fingers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the autumn trees.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It strangles the last sound,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It devours the last light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Trembles in fear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To see its own visage;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It moves on, on, and around,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ceaselessly, untiringly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till the black night is drowned<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In an abyss of brown.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_23" id="ANC_23"></a>23</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In love's afterglow, full of stars,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those lilies of the river of night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sing no song, dear, speak no word.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The white noontide has ebbed into gold;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shores-breaking seas cease to roar;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lo! the moonrise of our soul.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hardly a kiss, or the shadow of a caress;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No decking the hour with the jasmines of touch;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But a rose-petal shivering in exquisite agony&mdash;our love.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The weary sunset has grown wearier;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A vague lassitude encircles us twain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As separation builds its pathway of tears.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Cease weeping, yet the saffron light lingers;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The stars throb in nebulous lustre,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As our hearts to the music of desire.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What matters if winter be nigh?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We sang summer to sleep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And autumn on its bed of leaves.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now comes the hour of parting for us,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As the last light flickers and fades;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Even love's afterglow dying, and is dead.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Alas! thou art gone, as are the hours of day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The hard gem-burning stars do not set! Oh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In what dark, in what forest roamest thou?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_24" id="ANC_24"></a>24</h2>
+
+<h2>THE END</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Art thou about me<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Amid falling leaves<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And autumn's circling winds<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the golden shadows<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grow russet and rosy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the purple sunset sets fire to the sky?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Art thou the breath<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That burns my being<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When cold feel my limbs in terror, and awe?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who art thou? My love?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stranger in a strange garb!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Far and farther to be nearer to my heart!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why make spring-flames leap<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From passion's autumn leaves?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why this urge through fatigue<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When time falls fast asleep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Under the shadow of its grave&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The winter ice?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet, and yet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The circling winds<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Repeat passionate speech,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sunset burns,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As my soul<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In desire's golden heat,<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span><span class="i0">Though night be not far<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Shadows creep near<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With chilling breath and clutching hands<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To pluck<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To destroy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The flowers of yielding from your heart:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Powerless, fear-stricken;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I tremble, I stagger, I fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into oblivion's pit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As time creeps<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into winter's grave<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Silent, empty, white.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_25" id="ANC_25"></a>25</h2>
+
+<h2>THE CONFLUENCE</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tears of Ages come in a stream,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sighs flow in from Life's hoary height,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Souls of Sorrow bring their gleam<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of a light that is but a moan, not a sight.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The gray waves of the Sea of Death<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Congeal under the cold Sun of Suffering,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While Time, playing the flute of Fate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Charms them, snake-like, and doth bring.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Out of a Cave, beyond Lights and Shades<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Present's storm,&mdash;made stormier by Future's promises,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To mingle in the Ocean of Death<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like Sleep, yielding to Dream's caresses.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_26" id="ANC_26"></a>26</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the deeps of Dream<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O'er the pool of Sleep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A lone star her face<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seeking, with song-kindled eyes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her Isle of Rest.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Across the dusky hills<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The first flush of waking<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unfurls its silver banner<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To signal the Isle for her:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She vanishes, as before, into the fading Night.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thus the Eye of Life<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Searches for the home of Peace<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Night after night:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when the sun of Death rises<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It flees,&mdash;it loves its own night.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_27" id="ANC_27"></a>27</h2>
+
+<h2>TO</h2>
+
+<h2>LEO B. MIHAN</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Few notes out of the coffer of sound,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An image from the gallery of Nature,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An hour from the infinity of Time,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out of these, blessed creature,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Createst thou the world of endless rhyme!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_28" id="ANC_28"></a>28</h2>
+
+<h2>CHOPIN'S FUNERAL MARCH</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The keyboard black and white;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shadow-Light the Evening's scale;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Half silent the voice of thy singing.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quiver the notes in pain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Exquisite, sad, the melody at thy touch;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like the silver arrow of Desire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Piercing the Soul's golden heart.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The room is lost in dark.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The ivory keys, white fringe<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of a music long since mute;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet, in the black night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tremble and toss notes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unheard, undreamt,&mdash;like sleep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sleepless, and waking full of smart.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_29" id="ANC_29"></a>29</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the golden afterglow you lay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the emerald moon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made thin silver fog-veils<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the bride of night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose saffron-sandled feet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Walked the foam-strewn floor of the sea.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In my arms you listened<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To words of love<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Poured by the infinite heaven of my heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Echoed by the endless symphony of the sky.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your silent gaze,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Deeper than the song of the sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Farther than the moon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nearer than your own heart-beat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Asked mine for speech.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"What can my love say<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At this sad sacred hour?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hour of parting this!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love's ever-feared moment,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Longing's much-dreaded end,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet no voice sorrows in our being,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No woe dims the moon-face tonight.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span><span class="i0">Between the sheltering dunes and fading light<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">On an a&euml;rial couch lying,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Adorned in kiss-woven garments of nudity<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our spirits garlanded with myriad embraces,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Borne on passion's flaming wings<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cross this ocean of parting<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto that far island of Cythera<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where only love reigns<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In eternal majesty.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_30" id="ANC_30"></a>30</h2>
+
+<h2>HENRIK IBSEN</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lone as the lone north star,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stern as the rocks that guard the sanctity of his home,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pure as the white snow of his land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And beauteous his visions like the fjords<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At each turn of the mariner's helm.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The lofty glaciers engage his eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As life's height the sight of his mind;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And his Imagination, expansive as the sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tries to push the boundary-line of the sky, his Soul,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Further and further, where a new North Star<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Awaits his exploring eye.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_31" id="ANC_31"></a>31</h2>
+
+<h2>AFTER HEARING "MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME"</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I know not whose the words,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor the maker of their music;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In my sorrow-laden heart<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The aroma of its pathetic art<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like the soothing breath of dream.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Joy borrows its charm from sorrow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sorrow feverish with the color of joy;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An opaque crystal, a stone on life's string<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Made of music that doth ring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As the stars on the lyre of night.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A pain it is, made perfect;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A call made clear by the voice of peace;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A silver stream of song<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Darkened, yet floweth on and on<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Between black banks of memory, into the Soul's white home.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_32" id="ANC_32"></a>32</h2>
+
+<h2>THE COMING OF THE TIDE OF NIGHT</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pale this twilight-face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shade-ridden the horizon-light;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The forest, a green-gold vision of grace<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In its frame of lavender mist.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No rose-leaf washed in moonlight;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No vine on vermilion walls;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pale sunlight fading into night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dark tunes, the music of the hour.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No death, nor life is ours, here;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the vast vague sea of black<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sounded by star-mariners<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seeking the Infinite's track.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_33" id="ANC_33"></a>33</h2>
+
+<h2>DEAD LOVE</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pour no blood on ashes, brother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That is not the way;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Better say nothing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blood is no life-giver;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It makes death look so gay.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Dead life, or dead love<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Need no blood at all.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No trumpet's call can<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bring back what you lived, and strove:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The ashes know no thrall!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Why cry for a colored glass<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That for jewel you took;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The magic&mdash;the dream&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All returning to dust and grass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not a day love your soul forsook.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">At last, you have known it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That is more than they do.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be not afraid, O friend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Alone, alas, alone! you have loved and lived it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pour no blood on the ashes, for blood can not turn into dew.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_34" id="ANC_34"></a>34</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It is the same twilight, dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The hour of love and tear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When in raiments of shadows<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fancies, fears, hopes, and sorrows<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tread the path of sunset,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While like barks of jet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Float the clouds from east to west.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I think of thee, my darling,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As in my heart strange chords ring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out melodies of many memories,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And half-forgotten reveries<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Telling of this or that scene,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That is and has been<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Trod by thee, Queen of queens.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My dreams of thee are ceaseless,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As my love of thee is endless;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whether it be sunset or sunrise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hour of star-song, or bird-cries<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It is of thee that I dream,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the heart of my soul's stream<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That flows to thy feet, my darling.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span></div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Dark grows both east and west;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flower-heads droop into rest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As I seek to lay my heart and loving<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On thy star-white breast, my darling,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sink into that pool of sleep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That rises from thy singing's deep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While all are silent, as my desires near thee, my Queen.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What peace thy presence breathes!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What serenity weaves its wreathes!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What myriad wonders touch hands<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Across many seas, from many lands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When a thought of thee<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Heralds thy coming to me<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Between palpitating desires, and fragrant dreams.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_35" id="ANC_35"></a>35</h2>
+
+<h2>WEARINESS</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Weariness the tune of this evening melody,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pain the lute to which I sing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah! goddess, why this gray measure<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In thy starry harmony?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The white conch<a name="FNanchor_4_4" id="FNanchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> of the half-moon<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Silent as though all worship's ceased,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No incense-perfume from the forest censer<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The breeze brings; all still, like torrid noon.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I row in a black bark on a copper-colored sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sun fades like a golden bubble in its deep;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Weariness the chart that I hold in my hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Weariness the tune of this evening melody.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_4" id="Footnote_4_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> In a Hindu temple conch shells are blown during or at the
+close of a worship.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_36" id="ANC_36"></a>36</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A call, not a song;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A command, not a prayer;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No mellowing moonlight, but dawn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Frail, fanciful, and fair<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the east of my dream and desire.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At the portal of unending desire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Draped in diaphanous dreams,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a whispered word of fire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That quivers and gleams<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through the clouds of my longing.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Longings poignant with pains and tears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Enfold, and fill my soul<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That aches with hopes and fears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As thy chariot wheels' roll<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sets fire with torches of gold<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To my words, my silences, my singing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And to this black pyre of my life<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To take my being on the wings of thy embracing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To sail away, far away from man's hate and strife<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where only love reigns on its throne of unending light.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_37" id="ANC_37"></a>37</h2>
+
+<h2>REMORSE</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Gently descending dark&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Curtain of silence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From heaven to earth;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The drama of day over,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Empty the seats of life,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dead the twilight fire.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Curtains of black<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Woven from threads of purple<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the hands of a star,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That lone soul weeping<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over the dead hours<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Laid by mute time in the eternal's grave.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the night of my soul<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not even a ray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor a mourner present;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But a deep dark hollow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where no fate weeps<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Even fear is afraid to tread:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fear-forsaken, hollow within hollow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Even silence flees from me&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, the pity of it!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_38" id="ANC_38"></a>38</h2>
+
+<h2>POET</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To distil a few golden drops of song<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through the gloom of this hour;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To filter true emotions<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through passion's burning fire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the sun bubble-like fades in the west;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As our being craves for night's rest<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That pool of silver in life's forest of distress.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To light some pale candles<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the cavern of a lonely isle<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And draw the wine of day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the must of midnight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or plant a star-seed in the gray-ploughed eve&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So out of the abyss of the blackness of night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dawn's million-colored fountain might spring.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_39" id="ANC_39"></a>39</h2>
+
+<h2>WANDERER</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The silvery beach, a riband around the flowing hair of the sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where gleam the foam-flowers garlanded in multitudinous nebulous rings:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here, on the frontier of many worlds and the billow-rocked cradle of eternal sleep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No sound, no music, no silence that a wounded soul can heal.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A longing more tempestuous than the craven breeze-possess&eacute;d deep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And tears that outweigh the salt of the woeful brine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet no sleep dream-robbed, or dream-laden, nor even death's pallid peace;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But a ceaseless crying over my heart's forsaken valleys<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where love like a wraith haunts the empty tombs of memory.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_40" id="ANC_40"></a>40</h2>
+
+<h2>AT DAWN</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With the breath of dawn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cooling thy feverish brow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the fading of the last footfall of the stars<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No kiss can I bring to thy bedside,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor caresses of cooling fire, my sweet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet through this dreamful silence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That writes on the rim of the golden light<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The story of our love<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With most eloquent poignancy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More love we pour into each other<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than the tryst of an eternal night.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_41" id="ANC_41"></a>41</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">From her many-colored bow Nature<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Has hurled her silver arrows of rain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And slain the hosts of Dark.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jeweled with a single star, the Moon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Walks the garden of Night;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Higher and higher<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through the star-enflowered pathways of sapphire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She draws her train of silver.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_42" id="ANC_42"></a>42</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If words fail, song will come;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If thought fades, souls will not be dumb;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If sound ceases, Silence our song;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If Life fails,&mdash;Death join our hands.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_43" id="ANC_43"></a>43</h2>
+
+<h2>RAINY NIGHT</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Like tears shed over a dream,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like sighs that stream<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In an unseen nameless way<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the heart of our lay.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It seemed hour on hours,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Years like fading flowers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Scattered their petals and bloom<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a half-lit forest of gloom.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The softness of its sounds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like the coursing of a million hounds<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of dream over the glade of sleep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where tortured silences creep.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Exquisite, pain-laden, peaceful,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This night most beautiful,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What love forsaken by loving<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sets his heart a'singing?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No torment in it, but tenderness;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A liquid star-music of sadness<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pours into my soul half asleep;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While the willows at my window weep.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_44" id="ANC_44"></a>44</h2>
+
+<h2>GHOSTS</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Flames flickered in the fireplace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As memories on the hearth of life;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two shadows we, watching, brooding,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To catch our reflection<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a non-existent stream.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The ghost-witness of it all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The clock brings its proofs;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Moments melt into moments,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like notes of sad music,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a white cerement.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Cold memories shroud our life;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Speech flees before this;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Faces turn away from each other;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fire throws light on them;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There, too, flames burn and flicker.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_45" id="ANC_45"></a>45</h2>
+
+<h2>RAIN</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What world-agony distils its poignancy this day?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What pain-laden heart pours out its exhaustless lay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of tormenting woe and tortured silences?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">From the far reaches of the marshland<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Along and beyond the crescent-bed of the sea-sand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What tempest on the wave's-strings makes its cadences?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The distant hills dimmed like dull and forgotten dreams<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Raise their shadowy heads where pour in streams<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The tears of the heart-hollowed mourners of the skies;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">While into the turgid heart of the fens at their feet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Turbidly fall and dance sheet upon sheet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the measureless measure of the wind's empty sighs.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No light but a dismal gray, that neither throbs nor quivers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the torn banks of the heavens' cloud-rivers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But stonily stands still, like death that dies never.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span></div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Not-dead, but a weeping world bathing its corpses&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its memories, its lost hopes, in regret's hearses<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To be buried in flowerless graves, without incense or prayer.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It writhes in agony, rolls out in undulating rills,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This rain-melody from the sea-waves to the farthest hills,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thence to the dreary distance lost to hearing or sight.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It is all dark and dank, a mourning of earth and heaven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sorrow-laden, life-weary, long-lost, death-craven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A day lost to time, a light more baleful than night.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No dead these, but a living death seeking peace<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the furies&mdash;their own thoughts&mdash;sorrow&mdash;surcease,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kissing the lashing wind thinking it to be the breeze.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pour, pour, pour, O relentless, exhaustless pain!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the measure of thine own agony, thy woe's refrain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These desolate streams of thy music, thy pangs of a million seas.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_46" id="ANC_46"></a>46</h2>
+
+<h2>EVENING WORSHIP</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The amber west melts into saffron,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The east, a misty vision of rose:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like the sun, our souls seek repose.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The mountains, empurpled priests,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The river, the chant from their lips,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sunlit the pine-candles' crimson tips.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">At this hour of worship<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shadows spread their wings;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Silently the breeze-bell rings.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The stars put a silver riband round night's tresses,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The light fades like a receding song<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As fall soundless sounds from Nature's<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">moon-gong.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_47" id="ANC_47"></a>47</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The rosy mist stilly polishes the round mirror,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The moon;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Golden her face<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Reflecting the cool sweet glory of a<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Baby sun<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">When dangling<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">His short golden arms in the cradle of the sky<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">After night<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Gave him birth,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And herself died as day dies to see the moon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">This golden<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Rose-washed stone<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That the unseen hand puts on the crown of night<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Beside it puts<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Bits of white&mdash;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The star-jewels like million fancies, worshipping<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The goddess<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Of dream.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_48" id="ANC_48"></a>48</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The sun's golden spear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The violet cloud writhing in pain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Golden the tint of the sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The tall trees wave their green-gold hair.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Music of this hour!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The zephyr's perfume-laden argosy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drifts with the song of lutes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down the sunset-stream that falls from heaven's bower.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Another flow of light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tinkling like the intangible bells of paradise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flows out of my heart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the mysterious love-perfumed ocean of night.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_49" id="ANC_49"></a>49</h2>
+
+<h2>TRUCE</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A field of battle&mdash;this sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sun, the hero bleeding to death;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The shadows and lights hurl their<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hosts of clouds ceaselessly:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No peace?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Warfare all?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nay, lo! she cometh&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Spirit of Truce,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Evening Star!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_50" id="ANC_50"></a>50</h2>
+
+<h2>A PARALLEL</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Time has passed, since<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shadows trembled to watch<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Twilight sweep the earth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the phantoms to trip and mince.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A dark breeze the forest-heart stirs;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet merry the face of the sky&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Twinkling in joy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its innumerable eyes, the stars.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hushed the music within;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pleasure's silver laugh, dead;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thought lost in reverie&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Reverie receding into nothing.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The taper of dreams flickers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out, leaving the soul in dusk<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the altar of love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flower-laden as the night with stars.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_51" id="ANC_51"></a>51</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Nothing endures," you said;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"None can die," quoth love;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"In the firmament of loving<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No stars set, no meteors fall."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yet, nothing endures, nothing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Naught but dust;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Naught but regret and vain desire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The twin monuments of life,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Reared by time, by wrecking<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All that we seek and find.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its relentless waves of years<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Break even the impregnable wall of memory<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That thought builds<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the embankment of hope.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pass all away, even we who loved,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dreamt as none dreamt before&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Borne by the tide of life&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, lo! from our defeated destiny<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rise our seeds reared by time<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Consecrated to love and living!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_52" id="ANC_52"></a>52</h2>
+
+<h2>DISAPPOINTMENT</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They think thee bitter:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou art not made o' laughter<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor love's smile<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Can thy vision beguile:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a black-fiery comet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Suddenly, sinisterly, thou comest;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Making thy fateful journey,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Littering the floor of destiny<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With wreckages of life,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of love, of heart&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of all visitors thou art the surest;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Halting nowhere long, endlessly passest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dragging behind thee thy train of fire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That burneth all, heedless of curse or prayer.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_53" id="ANC_53"></a>53</h2>
+
+<h2>BUDDHA</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On thy Lotus-seat of Night,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Meditation closing thy eyes,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Star Hosts thy awe-struck devotees:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Moon, thy halo unchanging.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">White-robed time telling his beads<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of aeons on the thread of Eternity<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the ocean of space<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Slumbering in peace at thy feet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While Destiny stringing the lyre of death<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sings Nirvana's hymn.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_54" id="ANC_54"></a>54</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ask me not to stand at thy friendship's gate&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I, who loved thee, now must like a cold spectre from a far forgotten land of snow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Watch thee fall asleep on the couch of freezing friendship?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In these arms thou sought and joyed on many delights<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Excavated the ruins of passion to build them anew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or sailed on thy wings&mdash;these arms&mdash;over love's enchanted sea.<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Friendship!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Barrier not this, but a coward's refuge&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A shadow, not the rainbow-light of loving and life.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O come, my pilot, conduct the bark of our twin souls<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From cold friendship's haven<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over love's boistrous desire-foam-fring&eacute;d ocean<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till in the sheer joy and fatigue of flying<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We fail, fall and fade<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the heart of Passion's another fire-born day.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_55" id="ANC_55"></a>55</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Golden vines they,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These thin lines of light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Climbing the sky-wall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">After the sun sank into sleep.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Like rills, thread-like,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seen from a jutting rock<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where air is dizzy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And fancy infinite, free.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What fiery wine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tingles in these vines<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Weaving golden arabesques<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the pale evening sky?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah, the heavens this hour<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have drunk of sunset's ruby Wine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For those golden cobwebs to weave<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their magic of twilight dreams.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_56" id="ANC_56"></a>56</h2>
+
+<h2>AT SUNDOWN</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Two shadows fell, tremulous and frail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the upland over the lake-surface pale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While the shivering reeds shook at sunset,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As the swans sailed into a sea of jet.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The rippling waters, and the breeze,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the shadows that fall from the trees,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mingled and melted with the twain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A song of whitewashed away by its black refrain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Only words remained, palpitating and few,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Falling through the gloom and night's dew<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like jewelled fancies rising out of a dream<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That live for a moment and die ere they gleam.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_57" id="ANC_57"></a>57</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tears well out from my heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As clouds overcast my soul,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And blur my vision of thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Melancholy this dawn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When thy smile and words,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thy sky-shaming eyes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are not beside me to rouse me from sleep.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Though cry I without end,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet a thought of thee heals many wounds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why? thou ask me; how can I tell?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All thou wish to take is thine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not even the dust of thy feet I seek,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Only leave me the star of thy memory<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To bathe in the rain of my weeping.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_58" id="ANC_58"></a>58</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">At last thou comest;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy footsteps I hear across the ages,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over wandering fancies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through shadows of dreams<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is thy coming, Queen of queens.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This shimmering summer of life<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That thou bringest with thee<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As a gift to my silent waiting<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is but what I prayed to bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the altar of thy coming.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I spread the seat of my soul,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For thee to rest thy tired limbs;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And wave the fan of my heart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To cool thy lotus-shaming face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lady of light, queen of grace.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come to my bower of worship,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where burns the incense of devotion,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lay thy rose-robed body<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the shrine of my longing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where love's rainbow-songs are ringing.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_59" id="ANC_59"></a>59</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The lingering light of the sun<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Takes from the chalice of the valley<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its mist-perfume to wash the<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Moon-face with rose.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the pool at my feet the goldfishes drag their trains of brown<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which cleave it into parts that ceaselessly mingle anew.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The moon, silver bright<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through thousand streams sends her light<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the valley aswoon, listening to the harmony of night.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_60" id="ANC_60"></a>60</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I have drunk your tears with insatiate lips;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I have broken like a toy the heart of your life;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What have I given? your last query!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The cup of my heart filled I with love;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The chalice of soul with the substance of my God,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For thee to drink my life's first love.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou drankest as one that comes from a desert,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou spiltest the nectar heedless, like mad;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet I cursed not, nor shed tears;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But loved thee, longed to live for thy love.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Alas! thy tears grew salt, thy love thy self's greedy grasp,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, it is the end; let us part!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The morning of indifference wings the gray sky;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The bird-song of the other dawns the raven's shriek now,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shed no more tears, I tire of my drink;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Break not thy heart; thy soul? Let it be still!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beyond the gray-cloud is the land of sunrise:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let us part, dear, let us be wise.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_61" id="ANC_61"></a>61</h2>
+
+<h2>SOUND BUTTERFLIES</h2>
+
+<h3>(IN A FOUNTAIN)</h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Like interpenetrating bells of silver,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The water-drops ring and melt<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into new drops, like new notes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From an untiring lyre,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That in colored succession<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Paint our heart-beats<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the gold of sunrise into sunset fire;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet, not like that, this brush of water-drops<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Limns on the silver rim of Joy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The dark Butterflies of Desire.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_62" id="ANC_62"></a>62</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Even in sadness thou art beside me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In gladness, none so happy as thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">I love thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May my love kiss the feet of thy love of me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My dreams are thine, day or night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My sleep sings in silence to the night<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Of thy delight;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May thy heart's gifts like stars my heart's heaven bedight!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Though a sigh rises in my soul this hour;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Closes its petals in the west the golden day-flower;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">In my bower<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let thy love pour its rainbow shower.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_63" id="ANC_63"></a>63</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">By the sea of sleep walks white-robed Night;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The breeze but the faint rustle of her drapery<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That calls the mist-made bark of dream<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the cavern of the Unknown to sail to us,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Laden with endless star-like fancies.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And She! the magician, walks on and on<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over the sapphire embankment of the sky<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a moving magnet drawing behind her a million dream-argosies.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_64" id="ANC_64"></a>64</h2>
+
+<h2>FAREWELL</h2>
+
+<h3>(AFTER A HINDUSTANI SONG)</h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Farewell, fairest of loves!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Life's most fanciful of gifts,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Joy and treasure, love and wonder,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Waking's elusive reality,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dream's ever-yielding divinity.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Even thou must pass<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beyond time's starless bar:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy eyes, their lambent flames<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall no more illumine my night;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor thy brow, home of many moods,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tranquil yet tormented as a sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall ever wear the coronal of my kiss.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah, kisses! blisses of fire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Passion's long lingering melody<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Played by thy lips on mine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Even they must die&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Intangible realities of rapture,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ever present wonders of desire&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now like autumn leaves<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fly with the west-wind of fear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No, not fear that takes thee from me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor love's slayer, satiety;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet art gone; thou art going.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, not to crush thy heart on mine:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy breasts made but for my hands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No more to quiver in rapture therein!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who wills this cruel decree?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The warmth of thy body,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The staggering storm of thy yielding,<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span><span class="i0">The intoxicating perfume of thy mouth:<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">These, and many other endless<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Viols and lutes of passion, love, life,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Delights of a thousand heavens,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who robs them of me?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fate! that fool in the court of love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who hath no wit for laughter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Steals it all from me<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the mid-hour of life;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And as it befits his mind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Scatters it all over the turbid<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stream of fear and lies.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_65" id="ANC_65"></a>65</h2>
+
+<h2>SATIETY</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All thy gifts must die,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All thy thoughts must fail;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such were the decree writ by time<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With shadows on the scroll of fate.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Even thy memory recedes into forgetting,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy lustrous words star-like set,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah, sweet! autumn's breath withers all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Even the west-wind fears to tread.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All yield to the power of relentless time<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That no love nor passion can stay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blown like dried leaves we now<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the granite pavement of fate.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No more thy lip-touch on my brow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor thy hands pleading caresses,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy gifts fall and fade into nothing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy vision grows dim in life's sunset-west.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_66" id="ANC_66"></a>66</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Drowsy the noonday air,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Under the trees the still shadow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a fugitive fragment of night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seeks shelter from the sun.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The bird has ceased singing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The beggar unable to bear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wealth of the sun<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spreads his torn garment,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To find peace in<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The benign shadow of sleep.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah, lone soul like him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I spread this rag of my song.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Under the tree of life<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over which blazes the sun of fate.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The calm of its shadow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Protects me, but where my peace?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_67" id="ANC_67"></a>67</h2>
+
+<h2>CHATTERTON</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For summers seventeen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This flower of spring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Scattered fragrance<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That dwelt in its petals seventeen.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seventeen song-hours,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A heart never weary;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A soul with honey of all flowers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A song as enchanting as stars.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A boy never grown old,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A lute never tiring to sing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A mind ne'er chilled<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though Hunger's hand lay cold.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Steely-cold on his breast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet the boy sang;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Loved as alone a poet can<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Endlessly, without rest.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Just seventeen!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ne'er old, though time passes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A golden lyre-string<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Has not yet ceased ringing:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Rings through the heart of time<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O'er the summit of death<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the music of the Nine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the heart of Eternal Rhyme.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_68" id="ANC_68"></a>68</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A summer song it was,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Counting of many unseen stars<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In an intangible sky<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Making new milky ways&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Silver-shadow-paths that lead<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From sapphire abysses<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into deeper abysses still.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The deeps of our souls<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lit by passion's burning flowers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tremulous, timorous flames of silver,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That with thousand hands<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our hearts sought to pluck and scatter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or make barb&eacute;d garlands<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For love's nuptial hour.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nuptial hour, briefer than a moment,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Longer than Heaven's Eternal summer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When each flower burns to soothe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And each soothing petal burns anew;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till myriad streams of fire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Strewn with countless flaming stars<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bear us to the far sea of Time<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where no summer dies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor endure the stinging moments of love's winter.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_69" id="ANC_69"></a>69</h2>
+
+<h2>"WHO KNOWS"</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Time's torment,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Life's woes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sorrow's wan gaze<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are but shades<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a picture of light<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where nothing abides,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All things fade.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In fading there is beauty,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By shedding tears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We bathe our hearts&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those crushed flowers full of smart&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For a deity not far from our souls.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet, no solace in prayer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pain has no largess;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dark has stars,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But no barren earth its flowers.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All are dismal and fallow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet, from the mountain's stony heart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spring multitudinous rivers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sparkling at dawn, and<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Deepening night's gloom with mysterious murmurs;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And who knows?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These streams that pass<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the balcony of our past,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through present's wilderness,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into desolate future<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May reach the land of the farthest star.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span><span class="i0">Who knows? Ah! who knows?<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">May these song-rills<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From my heart's little hill<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Empty their singing waters<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into a sea of song-making<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where nothing endures<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the sound and echo of singing.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where sound, and echo are one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A moonset vale of sunset land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where light is wedded to shade<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Without death, full of dying, yet not dead.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_70" id="ANC_70"></a>70</h2>
+
+<h2>THE FIRST VISION</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The impenetrable dark&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Darkness of cloud and night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Coming on black silent wings<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Surround me in their folds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As it sits by my side on the shore of time.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No fear, no sorrow, no hope,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not even the footfall of a star;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dim, deep sable tones<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rise from the organ of nothing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With its flats and sharps of clouds and night.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ripples of moments<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Waves of hours and years<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Break on the shore of space<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To speak vague, soundless words<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To my soul, alone, shade among shades.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Not even the unheard whisper<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the shadow of a breeze,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But silence ponderous, peaceful,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Afraid of its own self<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A mute hound at my feet.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who art thou?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whom do I know in this emptiness?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who has lived with me?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And called me from the deeps of time?<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span></div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Recedes the bank of space;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fades away even the unfilled time,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No light, no sound, not even a dream;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet who speaks through silence?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who plays this music of night?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Like an intangible river it flows<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With waves of shadow-sound<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Between banks of mountainous silence&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, who! who are you?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Light in a world of shadows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rainbow among sunless clouds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bark of song on this sea of silence,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O ferryman of the soul!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O Word on Infinite's scroll.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANC_71" id="ANC_71"></a>71</h2>
+
+<h2>SHANTI<a name="FNanchor_5_5" id="FNanchor_5_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a></h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sleep shadows, sleep light;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sleep tune, sleep speech;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sleep night, sleep day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sleep children in the cradle of rest.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Dream stars, dream moon;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dream sea; dream O, sun;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dream rainbow, dream storm;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dream rain, O, milk from Heaven's breast.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Rest ye feet, rest ye hands;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rest bleeding hours of even;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rest O, heart torn and burnt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rest my fancies, day is done.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sleep night, sleep with star-eyes closed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sleep sorrow in death's silent repose;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sleep O, Soul, be it twilight or morn;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sleep thou too, O, sleep, heedless of moon and sun.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_5" id="Footnote_5_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> Shanti is the Sanskrit for "Peace."</p>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>ERRATA</h2>
+
+
+<p>Page 17, lines 6 and 7 should read as follows:</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yet its mighty thrall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Holds me, haunts me<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
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+The Project Gutenberg eBook, Sandhya, by Dhan Gopal Mukerji
+
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+
+
+
+Title: Sandhya
+       Songs of Twilight
+
+
+Author: Dhan Gopal Mukerji
+
+
+
+Release Date: October 2, 2007  [eBook #22848]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ISO-646-US (US-ASCII)
+
+
+***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SANDHYA***
+
+
+E-text prepared by Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper, Sankar Viswanathan, and
+the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team
+(http://www.pgdp.net)
+
+
+
+SANDHYA
+
+Songs of Twilight
+
+by
+
+DHAN GOPAL MUKERJI
+
+Author of "Layla-Majnu"
+and "Rajani"
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+Nineteen Seventeen
+Paul Elder and Company
+San Francisco
+
+Copyright, 1917
+by Paul Elder and Company
+San Francisco
+
+
+
+
+TO
+
+MRS. HANCOCK BANNING
+
+MRS. WILLIAM CLARK, JR.
+
+
+
+
+
+_FOREWORD_
+
+
+_Like "Rajani" [perhaps more than], "Sandhya" is a slender rill that
+has drawn its music from my Bengali which has told upon its English
+structure. This and many other faults of these poems are due to their
+unyielding adherence to spontaneity._
+
+_"Sandhya" came then, as "Rajani" in its own way through the bed of my
+Bengali reflecting its sound and sense, and trying to echo back its
+music that descends on all with the fading twilight._
+
+DHAN GOPAL MUKERJI.
+
+_N. B._--_Since some of these poems were born without, and defy
+titles, I have refrained from forcing any on them._
+
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+                                                                   POEM
+SYMBOLISM                                                            1
+SOURCE OF SINGING                                                    2
+"WITH PURPLE SHADOWS THE MIST MEASURES THE INFINITE SEA"             3
+"O, OLD! O, NEW!"                                                    4
+"THE FAR AWAY CALLED HER"                                            5
+LASSITUDE                                                            6
+"AH! PALE, COOL LIPS THAT BURN"                                      7
+FORLORN                                                              8
+AFTER A BENGALI SONG                                                 9
+MOONRISE                                                            10
+AT VENTURA, CALIFORNIA                                              11
+"THE SAME AIR THAT YOU BREATHE"                                     12
+"WHY THIS RETURN?"                                                  13
+"BY THE VERGE OF THE WOODLAND"                                      14
+THE DREAM OF HIS SOUL                                               15
+THE EURASIAN                                                        16
+"IN THE PERFUMED SHRINE OF LOVE"                                    17
+THE INFIRM BEGGAR SINGS                                             18
+"KISS, MY LOVE, KISS"                                               19
+COLOR-HARMONIES                                                     20
+SANATAN (THE ABSOLUTE)                                              21
+COMING OF THE FOG                                                   22
+"IN LOVE'S AFTERGLOW, FULL OF STARS"                                23
+THE END                                                             24
+THE CONFLUENCE                                                      25
+"IN THE DEEPS OF DREAM"                                             26
+TO LEO B. MIHAN                                                     27
+CHOPIN'S FUNERAL MARCH                                              28
+"IN THE GOLDEN AFTERGLOW YOU LAY"                                   29
+HENRIK IBSEN                                                        30
+AFTER HEARING "MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME"                                31
+THE COMING OF THE TIDE OF NIGHT                                     32
+DEAD LOVE                                                           33
+"IT IS THE SAME TWILIGHT, DEAR"                                     34
+WEARINESS                                                           35
+"A CALL, NOT A SONG"                                                36
+REMORSE                                                             37
+POET                                                                38
+WANDERER                                                            39
+AT DAWN                                                             40
+"FROM HER MANY-COLORED BOW, NATURE"                                 41
+"IF WORDS FAIL, SONG WILL COME"                                     42
+RAINY NIGHT                                                         43
+GHOSTS                                                              44
+RAIN                                                                45
+EVENING WORSHIP                                                     46
+"THE ROSY MIST STILLY POLISHES THE ROUND MIRROR"                    47
+"THE SUN'S GOLDEN SPEAR"                                            48
+TRUCE                                                               49
+A PARALLEL                                                          50
+"'NOTHING ENDURES,' YOU SAID"                                       51
+DISAPPOINTMENT                                                      52
+BUDDHA                                                              53
+"ASK ME NOT TO STAND AT THY FRIENDSHIP'S GATE"                      54
+"GOLDEN VINES THEY"                                                 55
+AT SUNDOWN                                                          56
+"TEARS WELL OUT FROM MY HEART"                                      57
+"AT LAST THOU COMEST"                                               58
+"THE LINGERING LIGHT OF THE SUN"                                    59
+"I HAVE DRUNK YOUR TEARS WITH INSATIATE LIPS"                       60
+SOUND BUTTERFLIES (IN A FOUNTAIN)                                   61
+"EVEN IN SADNESS THOU ART BESIDE ME"                                62
+"BY THE SEA OF SLEEP WALKS WHITE-ROBED NIGHT"                       63
+FAREWELL (AFTER A HINDUSTANI SONG)                                  64
+SATIETY                                                             65
+"DROWSY THE NOONDAY AIR"                                            66
+CHATTERTON                                                          67
+"A SUMMER SONG IT WAS"                                              68
+"WHO KNOWS"                                                         69
+THE FIRST VISION                                                    70
+SHANTI                                                              71
+
+
+
+
+SANDHYA, SONGS OF TWILIGHT
+
+I
+
+SYMBOLISM
+
+
+    Tongueless the bell!
+    Lute without a song!
+    It is not night
+    It is God's dawn,
+    Silence its unending song.
+
+    Over heart's valley,
+    In the soul's night,
+    Through pain's window
+    Behold! His light!
+    On Life's Height.
+
+    No prayer, now,
+    Though death-waves roll,
+    Faith's candle lit,
+    Beside it sits the soul
+    Reading Eternity's scroll.
+
+
+
+
+2
+
+SOURCE OF SINGING
+
+
+    A bruised heart,
+    A wounded soul,
+
+    A broken lute,
+    That is all!
+
+    A sad evening,
+    And a lone star,
+
+    Then song reddens--
+    Sets life's forest afire!
+
+
+
+
+3
+
+
+    With purple shadows the mist measures the infinite sea
+    That spreads her wave-raiment in lavender, violet, gray, and green;
+    While with thin silver rays a lone star seeks to sound the deeps.
+
+    The breeze-wings tire of flight;
+    The mist-threads weave a rose-fringed dusky drapery
+    To cover the bare breasts of the dunes from the moon's langour-heavy
+      eyes.
+
+    The shadows die in purple silence;
+    Fades the one star from the sky,
+    As the dark mist puts out the rose-red moon from its deep.
+
+    Pale gleams the lighthouse light;
+    No warring waves break the peace of sleep tonight
+    Nor a hungry wind shrieks in pain from the lea.
+
+    Under her heavy veil of black
+    A languid sea sluggishly flows
+    To some far land of forsaken dreams.
+
+
+
+
+4
+
+"O, OLD! O, NEW!"[1]
+
+
+    Who are you?
+    Why make me wait
+    From the hour of dew
+    Till another sunset?
+    Why do I look
+    For your coming?
+    Listen to the weeping brook
+    That might bring
+    To my lonely shore
+    A word from you.
+    Ah, nothing! not a leaf's tremor!
+    O, old! O, longed for new!
+    Who are you? I ask;
+    Know not why I seek
+    From day to dusk
+    Without waking or sleep,--
+    No sleep! no waking!
+    A dreaming, a longing;
+    Not knowing, yet seeking,
+    For your coming waiting--
+    O, spring-born!
+    O, autumn-clad!
+    O, soul's new morn!
+    O, old! O, glad!
+    So glad, so young!
+    O, unseen, unknown,
+    O, fugitive vision!
+    O, eternal moan
+    In my heart--
+
+    O, tearful Soul of laughter,
+    Untouched, unhurt,
+    O, sweet! O, bitter!
+    My born yet unborn,
+    Shadow not fallen
+    O, undawning morn--
+    O, message unbroken.
+    Why, how, when?
+    I wait, wait for you,
+    O embrace of earth and heaven;
+    O, Old! O, New!
+
+
+[Footnote 1: "O, Old! O, New!" is the cry of a "Poati," _e. g._, a
+mother's cry to her unborn child. "Poati" has no precise English
+synonym.]
+
+
+
+
+5
+
+
+    The far away called her--
+    A pilgrim on the hope-lit bark of youth,
+    A woman, a child, a soul
+    On an argosy for the lands of south.
+
+    It called her in her dreams;
+    Her waking into a deeper dream grew;
+    The flute of the distant
+    Played ceaselessly the music of the new.
+
+    With words of fire it called her,
+    Beyond the bourne of her days
+    To a silent sea of joy
+    Washed by unending twilight-rays.
+
+    It called her at dawn
+    When night shed the star-jewels from her hair;
+    It called her at sunset
+    When the moon mutely ascended the heaven's stair.
+
+    It called her without ceasing--
+    Hour after hour but a calling,
+    Till "Come, come, come!"
+    At her soul's door kept repeating:
+
+    Come, come, come!--in
+    Her word, her music, her song;
+    Far away, near, far again
+    Heedless of nightfall and dawn.
+
+    It called, it cried, it prayed,
+    Till She, the deity, made answer
+    Through youth, through age, through death
+    To her own far away's receding star.
+
+
+
+
+6
+
+LASSITUDE
+
+
+    Ah! to be able to sing,
+    To sorrow in melody;
+    To string with silver
+    Sorrow's dark harp!
+
+    Or, mount every thorn
+    Crowning life's brow
+    With lustrous stars--
+    Those tears of the sky.
+
+    Rolling down its face
+    When night's hand puts
+    Darkness's crown on its head
+    As twilight dies.
+
+    None of these, for my soul;
+    Only to weep is given to me,
+    To nourish my heart's crop
+    For the scythe of barrenness to reap.
+
+
+
+
+7
+
+
+    Ah! pale cool lips that burn,
+    Body that yields, though unyielding,
+    Oh, moon with the heat of the sun!
+    Flashing out a million lights
+    To cleave into nothing the endless firmament of my being.
+    Take all; my soul's mistress! heart's queen,
+    The flaming fancies of my dream-tortured night
+    The intoxicating fruits of my day dream,
+    The fiery lotus of my senses' delight
+    That rises from the abyss of my life.
+    The abysmal heaven of love and living
+    Now bruised, burnt, torn and thrown
+    To the winds of thy ravishing rejoicing
+    Whose inarticulate words of delight and moan
+    Make the ever-yielding music of my soul.
+
+
+
+
+8
+
+FORLORN
+
+
+    In the star-blurred hours of the night
+    When the cloud-dams stay the flow of winds,
+    Not even the shadow of a meteor moves,
+    As in the watch-tower of love I sit;
+    Through the casement of hope look for thy coming
+    Along the moss-grown path of stones--
+    Those agonies that time has built on my soul--
+    By the unfathomable lake of my tears
+    Shed when even prayers had failed
+    To bring thy returning.
+    Come, destroyer of my peace and sleep,
+    Plunderer of lights of my days!
+    Enigma on the scroll of my fate
+    Before the lightnings fired my tower
+    And thunders crashed in my life's sky.
+    Only send the echo of thy footfalls--
+    The ring of thy song,
+    And a star--reflection of thy smile--
+    Those million suns in the firmament of my dawn.
+
+
+
+
+9
+
+AFTER A BENGALI SONG
+
+
+    In the forest of my being the voice of your lute;
+    In the depth of my heart the pearl of your tear;
+    In the temple of my soul chimes the bell of your love.
+
+    The fire of dawn, shadow of eve,
+    Life's sorrow, and death's mute-enchanting peace
+    Steal away silently, fearfully, at thy flute's music.
+
+    O, frail, faint call which I seek to echo!
+    O, breath of love laden with the aroma of my soul!
+    Why seek I ever without, O guest at my door?
+
+
+
+
+10
+
+MOONRISE
+
+
+    A soft light mantle of rose wear the brown hills
+    As they look down on the valley where the rills
+    Spin their long silver embroideries
+    For the fringe of spring's greened draperies.
+
+    The cloud-banks recede with the fading breeze,
+    The warblers fall into silence in the trees
+    To listen to many-colored dream-melodies
+    That the mute stars make on sleep's endless seas.
+
+    The last light flickers out of the sky,
+    Shadows with golden feet o'er the green valley hie;
+    The silver rills trill like warblers from earth's deeps
+    As the moon, the sun of another dawn, heavenward leaps.
+
+
+
+
+11
+
+AT VENTURA, CALIFORNIA
+
+
+    The moon rises and washes the brine with silver;
+    The dunes like white elephants restfully asleep after the chase;
+    And the fog comes to bring the moon its veil of shades.
+    The waves stretch their phosphorescent arms
+    To embrace the night,
+    The wind like a wounded gull beats its wings
+    Over the land, over the sea, into the fog-vested intangibility.
+
+    Like a thousand trumpets the breakers
+    Proclaim the empiry of night,
+    The rocky caverns send back echoes
+    Like homage from vassals near and far;
+    A faint cry seemeth to flash like lightning;
+    Through the clouds of the roar of waves:
+    It is not from the rocks, nor from the sea;
+    Ah! it is the prayer of a mightier ocean--Humanity!
+
+
+
+
+12
+
+
+    The same air that you breathe
+    Is the air that caresses my sky;
+    The sunlight that lingers on your hair and lips
+    Sets fire to the pathway of my life;
+    And the call of nature's numberless birds
+    But reflects in world's mirror the music of our heart's singing--
+    Melody made of sweet agonies,
+    Exquisite joys poured from pitchers of pain,
+    As this summer's heat
+    From the ever-burning heart of heaven.
+    Not heaven alone;
+    The earth, the air, flowers, and leaves
+    Filled with passion that knows no slaking,
+    Yet tranquil like sleep's dream-billowed sea.
+    More than dream-billowed sea this love that I bring,
+    Its boistrous waves seek the firmament of your yielding;
+    While your heart-beats' arrows seek to slay my heart a'beating,
+    As I inhale the fragrance of your breath and hair;
+    And pour the perfume of my soul
+    On your sun-bathed feet.
+
+
+
+
+13
+
+
+    Why this return?
+    Why this sunlight
+    When all seemed without sun?
+
+    Whence this call?
+    I cannot tell,
+    Yet its mighty thralls.
+
+    Hold me, haunt me
+    Hour after hour,
+    With its name of thee.
+
+    All seems ended,
+    The last light lost
+    In the house of the dead.
+
+    Yet with time's tide
+    Rises thy face,
+    My heart, my soul, my bride.
+
+    Though poureth the rain,
+    And sorrow clouds my sky,
+    Yet not mine the pain.
+
+    What I hear
+    I can not tell,
+    And what I fear,
+
+    Will not endure:
+    But thou returnest,
+    O serene, O silent, O pure!
+
+
+
+
+14
+
+
+    By the verge of the woodland,
+    Where purling brooks loosen their brown tresses,
+    Where the music of the breeze
+    Is played on viols of the vines and trees,
+    Thy soft words I hear
+    Like songs from enchantment's strings.
+    Ah, vanishing moments of ecstacy!
+    Far-fleeing only to be nearer to my soul,
+    Rest, rest awhile on the hillside of my echoing!
+    Pour on it the sweet rain of thy words' melody
+    Till they mingle and drown my tears
+    Into thy kisses' passion-swept sea.
+
+
+
+
+15
+
+THE DREAM OF HIS SOUL
+
+
+    The Dream of his Soul, in flesh and blood--
+    Not to possess, but only to see--
+    Was given him, for an hour:
+    Ah, fool, he lingered longer,--
+    The Dream died like the shadow of a Star!
+
+
+
+
+16
+
+THE EURASIAN
+
+
+    Indignity your part today,
+    Suffering the guerdon of the gods;
+    No country to claim your own,
+    Nowhere to lay your head.
+    The ocean of ignorance separates us;
+    The snow-storm of commerce blinds the eye;
+    Yet you must stand true,
+    Bridge of blood and flesh between the West and East.
+    In ages to come, when
+    Man will love his brother,
+    Irrespective of birth and breed;
+    In the pantheon of the future, yours the immortal seat.
+    Son of man, you are brother!
+    Bearer of the cross of God!
+    Your destiny the lodestar of our epoch,
+    Your life our rood-littered road of the Lord.
+    Arise, awake, halt not
+    Till the goal is reached;
+    Raise high the Host of freedom
+    Blare the trumpet of light.
+    "Suffer you, for the world to rejoice";
+    "Die" so they "can live";
+    Live that you may bring the light
+    To the meeting place of the West and East.
+
+
+
+
+17
+
+
+    In the perfumed shrine of love,
+    Where burns memory's exhaustless incense
+    From the irridescent thurible of hope,
+    On the altar and couch of my heart
+    Rest thy limbs, O, god of my soul.
+    Drink of the unquenchable draught of caresses;
+    Tear the flowers of my dreams and fancies;
+    Scatter the sacred petals of my passion
+    To the four winds of thy rejoicing.
+
+    Thy rejoicing, that one festival of the High Gods,
+    Where no offering that I bring ever be too dear,
+    Where no soul burnt in the fire of senses can perish;
+    Where no suffering fails to be mother and daughter of joy.
+    Take all, great God among these Gods:
+    The pearl of my woman-soul buried in deeps of passion,
+    The coral-wreath from the ocean of my bleeding heart;
+    And ravish with exquisite merciless touch
+    The one star in my heaven that has led thee hither--
+    My life's eternity in this worship of an hour.
+
+
+
+
+18
+
+THE INFIRM BEGGAR SINGS
+
+
+    Broken and bruised by the hand of Fate,
+      Dark night, my staff,
+    Leaning on its shadowy strength I walk
+      Toward thee, my God.
+    Thy crescent my e'er-present friend;
+      Thy wind, thy voice,
+    Calls me to go on without end
+      To thy star that my soul hath seen.
+    The hour is black, my road unbuilt;
+      My beggar's song
+    I cannot sing; yet, thou knowest,
+      For thy love I long!
+    I come, O Lord! broken and battered
+      To thy world where sorrow is not.
+
+
+
+
+19
+
+
+    Kiss, my love, kiss
+    My burning, breaking being;
+    So when cold death
+    Will put out the light
+    In some wilderness
+    Of far forsaken life
+    Might each kiss blossom
+    Into a lotus and a Shephali.[2]
+    And in the desolate hours
+    Of loneliness of traveling
+    In the dusk of despair
+    One petal of these
+    Will cheer the vagrant souls
+    That tread the pathway
+    Of love's forsaking.
+    Or, when Death will sow
+    This Soul of mine
+    On the lake-shore of sorrow,
+    Like a weeping willow I will spring,
+    And with my green tresses
+    And bending body
+    Shall shelter secrecy-seeking lovers
+    That love for an hour,
+    As our twin hearts today.
+    Kiss then, with kisses of flame;
+    Touch me with rosy caresses;
+    Bury this, my hope, my dream,
+    And thy all-conquering love of me;
+    So the kiss-flowers may each be a dream!
+    May my willow be the vision of Eternal Spring.
+
+
+[Footnote 2: Flowers full of perfume, abounding in Lower Bengal,
+India.]
+
+
+
+
+20
+
+COLOR-HARMONIES
+
+
+    Violet hills,
+    Rosy mist,
+    Limpid pool,
+    Golden notes from sunset's lute
+    For shadows
+    Draped in green
+    With purple feet
+    To dance and swim
+    Through irridescent undulatings.
+    Dusk descends;
+    Mauve cloudlets--
+    Dying butterflies--
+    Flit and fly and die
+    In the opalescent ocean of mist
+    That grows dark and still,
+    Kisses away the last gold
+    From the brow of the hills;
+    Till the coral crescent
+    With its wand of breeze
+    Makes silver ripple-music
+    On the pool's shadow-laden deeps.
+
+
+
+
+21
+
+SANATAN
+
+(THE ABSOLUTE)[3]
+
+
+    Our hopes that fail
+    Are but truths that set
+    To illumine other spirits on their pathway;
+    As our joys that come true
+    Are their far-off dreams,
+    That through the cadence of our life
+    Ring out their pent-up tunes.
+    Whatever dies--needs must live,
+    Whatever breathes doth die too;
+    But above death and life
+    Shines that High Light
+    Where all find rest,
+    Yet endlessly move.
+
+
+[Footnote 3: The word _absolute_ is the synonym for the Sanskrit word
+Sanatan, meaning _Eternal and Immutable Truth_.]
+
+
+
+
+22
+
+COMING OF THE FOG
+
+
+    Killing the light,
+    Blurring the stars,
+    Marring the breeze--
+    Nature's many-stringed harp--
+
+    It comes
+    Silently, sinisterly,
+    Over the land, over the sea,
+    Spreading its beggar-raiment of brown.
+
+    Without stop, without sound,
+    Over the valley
+    Like a great serpent of silence
+    Coiling around the heart of sound.
+
+    A damp insidiousness
+    Creeps into the night;
+    A drab numbness sets in
+    Dripping in lugubrious drops
+    From the haggard fingers
+    Of the autumn trees.
+
+    It strangles the last sound,
+    It devours the last light,
+    Trembles in fear
+    To see its own visage;
+
+    It moves on, on, and around,
+    Ceaselessly, untiringly,
+    Till the black night is drowned
+    In an abyss of brown.
+
+
+
+
+23
+
+
+    In love's afterglow, full of stars,
+    Those lilies of the river of night,
+    Sing no song, dear, speak no word.
+
+    The white noontide has ebbed into gold;
+    Shores-breaking seas cease to roar;
+    Lo! the moonrise of our soul.
+
+    Hardly a kiss, or the shadow of a caress;
+    No decking the hour with the jasmines of touch;
+    But a rose-petal shivering in exquisite agony--our love.
+
+    The weary sunset has grown wearier;
+    A vague lassitude encircles us twain,
+    As separation builds its pathway of tears.
+
+    Cease weeping, yet the saffron light lingers;
+    The stars throb in nebulous lustre,
+    As our hearts to the music of desire.
+
+    What matters if winter be nigh?
+    We sang summer to sleep,
+    And autumn on its bed of leaves.
+
+    Now comes the hour of parting for us,
+    As the last light flickers and fades;
+    Even love's afterglow dying, and is dead.
+
+    Alas! thou art gone, as are the hours of day;
+    The hard gem-burning stars do not set! Oh,
+    In what dark, in what forest roamest thou?
+
+
+
+
+24
+
+THE END
+
+
+    Art thou about me
+    Amid falling leaves
+    And autumn's circling winds
+    When the golden shadows
+    Grow russet and rosy
+    And the purple sunset sets fire to the sky?
+    Art thou the breath
+    That burns my being
+    When cold feel my limbs in terror, and awe?
+    Who art thou? My love?
+    Stranger in a strange garb!
+    Far and farther to be nearer to my heart!
+    Why make spring-flames leap
+    From passion's autumn leaves?
+    Why this urge through fatigue
+    When time falls fast asleep
+    Under the shadow of its grave--
+    The winter ice?
+    Yet, and yet
+    The circling winds
+    Repeat passionate speech,
+    The sunset burns,
+    As my soul
+    In desire's golden heat,
+    Though night be not far
+    Shadows creep near
+    With chilling breath and clutching hands
+    To pluck
+    To destroy
+    The flowers of yielding from your heart:
+    Powerless, fear-stricken;
+    I tremble, I stagger, I fall
+    Into oblivion's pit
+    As time creeps
+    Into winter's grave
+    Silent, empty, white.
+
+
+
+
+25
+
+THE CONFLUENCE
+
+
+    Tears of Ages come in a stream,
+    Sighs flow in from Life's hoary height,
+    Souls of Sorrow bring their gleam
+    Of a light that is but a moan, not a sight.
+
+    The gray waves of the Sea of Death
+    Congeal under the cold Sun of Suffering,
+    While Time, playing the flute of Fate,
+    Charms them, snake-like, and doth bring.
+
+    Out of a Cave, beyond Lights and Shades
+    Present's storm,--made stormier by Future's promises,--
+    To mingle in the Ocean of Death
+    Like Sleep, yielding to Dream's caresses.
+
+
+
+
+26
+
+
+    In the deeps of Dream
+    O'er the pool of Sleep
+    A lone star her face
+    Seeking, with song-kindled eyes
+    Her Isle of Rest.
+
+    Across the dusky hills
+    The first flush of waking
+    Unfurls its silver banner
+    To signal the Isle for her:
+    She vanishes, as before, into the fading Night.
+
+    Thus the Eye of Life
+    Searches for the home of Peace
+    Night after night:
+    And when the sun of Death rises
+    It flees,--it loves its own night.
+
+
+
+
+27
+
+TO
+
+LEO B. MIHAN
+
+
+    Few notes out of the coffer of sound,
+    An image from the gallery of Nature,
+    An hour from the infinity of Time,--
+    Out of these, blessed creature,
+    Createst thou the world of endless rhyme!
+
+
+
+
+28
+
+CHOPIN'S FUNERAL MARCH
+
+
+    The keyboard black and white;
+    Shadow-Light the Evening's scale;
+    Half silent the voice of thy singing.
+    Quiver the notes in pain;
+    Exquisite, sad, the melody at thy touch;
+    Like the silver arrow of Desire
+    Piercing the Soul's golden heart.
+
+    The room is lost in dark.
+    The ivory keys, white fringe
+    Of a music long since mute;
+    Yet, in the black night
+    Tremble and toss notes
+    Unheard, undreamt,--like sleep
+    Sleepless, and waking full of smart.
+
+
+
+
+29
+
+
+    In the golden afterglow you lay,
+    When the emerald moon
+    Made thin silver fog-veils
+    For the bride of night,
+    Whose saffron-sandled feet
+    Walked the foam-strewn floor of the sea.
+    In my arms you listened
+    To words of love
+    Poured by the infinite heaven of my heart,
+    Echoed by the endless symphony of the sky.
+    Your silent gaze,
+    Deeper than the song of the sea,
+    Farther than the moon,
+    Nearer than your own heart-beat,
+    Asked mine for speech.
+    "What can my love say
+    At this sad sacred hour?"
+    Hour of parting this!
+    Love's ever-feared moment,
+    Longing's much-dreaded end,
+    Yet no voice sorrows in our being,
+    No woe dims the moon-face tonight.
+    Between the sheltering dunes and fading light
+    On an aerial couch lying,
+    Adorned in kiss-woven garments of nudity
+    Our spirits garlanded with myriad embraces,
+    Borne on passion's flaming wings
+    Cross this ocean of parting
+    Unto that far island of Cythera
+    Where only love reigns
+    In eternal majesty.
+
+
+
+
+30
+
+HENRIK IBSEN
+
+
+    Lone as the lone north star,
+    Stern as the rocks that guard the sanctity of his home,
+    Pure as the white snow of his land,
+    And beauteous his visions like the fjords
+    At each turn of the mariner's helm.
+
+    The lofty glaciers engage his eyes,
+    As life's height the sight of his mind;
+    And his Imagination, expansive as the sea,
+    Tries to push the boundary-line of the sky, his Soul,
+    Further and further, where a new North Star
+    Awaits his exploring eye.
+
+
+
+
+31
+
+AFTER HEARING "MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME"
+
+
+    I know not whose the words,
+    Nor the maker of their music;
+      In my sorrow-laden heart
+      The aroma of its pathetic art
+    Like the soothing breath of dream.
+
+    Joy borrows its charm from sorrow;
+    Sorrow feverish with the color of joy;
+      An opaque crystal, a stone on life's string
+      Made of music that doth ring
+    As the stars on the lyre of night.
+
+    A pain it is, made perfect;
+    A call made clear by the voice of peace;
+      A silver stream of song
+      Darkened, yet floweth on and on
+    Between black banks of memory, into the Soul's white home.
+
+
+
+
+32
+
+THE COMING OF THE TIDE OF NIGHT
+
+
+    Pale this twilight-face,
+    Shade-ridden the horizon-light;
+    The forest, a green-gold vision of grace
+    In its frame of lavender mist.
+
+    No rose-leaf washed in moonlight;
+    No vine on vermilion walls;
+    Pale sunlight fading into night,
+    Dark tunes, the music of the hour.
+
+    No death, nor life is ours, here;
+    But the vast vague sea of black
+    Sounded by star-mariners
+    Seeking the Infinite's track.
+
+
+
+
+33
+
+DEAD LOVE
+
+
+    Pour no blood on ashes, brother,
+    That is not the way;
+    Better say nothing,
+    Blood is no life-giver;
+    It makes death look so gay.
+
+    Dead life, or dead love
+    Need no blood at all.
+    No trumpet's call can
+    Bring back what you lived, and strove:
+    The ashes know no thrall!
+
+    Why cry for a colored glass
+    That for jewel you took;
+    The magic--the dream--
+    All returning to dust and grass,
+    Not a day love your soul forsook.
+
+    At last, you have known it,
+    That is more than they do.
+    Be not afraid, O friend,
+    Alone, alas, alone! you have loved and lived it,
+    Pour no blood on the ashes, for blood can not turn into dew.
+
+
+
+
+34
+
+
+    It is the same twilight, dear,
+    The hour of love and tear
+    When in raiments of shadows
+    Fancies, fears, hopes, and sorrows
+    Tread the path of sunset,
+    While like barks of jet
+    Float the clouds from east to west.
+
+    I think of thee, my darling,
+    As in my heart strange chords ring
+    Out melodies of many memories,
+    And half-forgotten reveries
+    Telling of this or that scene,
+    That is and has been
+    Trod by thee, Queen of queens.
+
+    My dreams of thee are ceaseless,
+    As my love of thee is endless;
+    Whether it be sunset or sunrise,
+    Hour of star-song, or bird-cries
+    It is of thee that I dream,
+    In the heart of my soul's stream
+    That flows to thy feet, my darling.
+
+    Dark grows both east and west;
+    Flower-heads droop into rest,
+    As I seek to lay my heart and loving
+    On thy star-white breast, my darling,
+    And sink into that pool of sleep
+    That rises from thy singing's deep,
+    While all are silent, as my desires near thee, my Queen.
+
+    What peace thy presence breathes!
+    What serenity weaves its wreathes!
+    What myriad wonders touch hands
+    Across many seas, from many lands,
+    When a thought of thee
+    Heralds thy coming to me
+    Between palpitating desires, and fragrant dreams.
+
+
+
+
+35
+
+WEARINESS
+
+
+    Weariness the tune of this evening melody,
+    Pain the lute to which I sing;
+    Ah! goddess, why this gray measure
+    In thy starry harmony?
+
+    The white conch[4] of the half-moon
+    Silent as though all worship's ceased,
+    No incense-perfume from the forest censer
+    The breeze brings; all still, like torrid noon.
+
+    I row in a black bark on a copper-colored sea,
+    The sun fades like a golden bubble in its deep;
+    Weariness the chart that I hold in my hand,
+    Weariness the tune of this evening melody.
+
+
+[Footnote 4: In a Hindu temple conch shells are blown during or at the
+close of a worship.]
+
+
+
+
+36
+
+
+    A call, not a song;
+    A command, not a prayer;
+    No mellowing moonlight, but dawn,
+    Frail, fanciful, and fair
+    In the east of my dream and desire.
+    At the portal of unending desire,
+    Draped in diaphanous dreams,
+    With a whispered word of fire
+    That quivers and gleams
+    Through the clouds of my longing.
+    Longings poignant with pains and tears
+    Enfold, and fill my soul
+    That aches with hopes and fears
+    As thy chariot wheels' roll
+    Sets fire with torches of gold
+    To my words, my silences, my singing,
+    And to this black pyre of my life
+    To take my being on the wings of thy embracing
+    To sail away, far away from man's hate and strife
+    Where only love reigns on its throne of unending light.
+
+
+
+
+37
+
+REMORSE
+
+
+    Gently descending dark--
+    Curtain of silence
+    From heaven to earth;
+
+    The drama of day over,
+    Empty the seats of life,
+    Dead the twilight fire.
+
+    Curtains of black
+    Woven from threads of purple
+    By the hands of a star,
+
+    That lone soul weeping
+    Over the dead hours
+    Laid by mute time in the eternal's grave.
+
+    In the night of my soul
+    Not even a ray,
+    Nor a mourner present;
+
+    But a deep dark hollow
+    Where no fate weeps
+    Even fear is afraid to tread:
+
+    Fear-forsaken, hollow within hollow,
+    Even silence flees from me--
+    O, the pity of it!
+
+
+
+
+38
+
+POET
+
+
+    To distil a few golden drops of song
+    Through the gloom of this hour;
+    To filter true emotions
+    Through passion's burning fire
+    When the sun bubble-like fades in the west;
+    As our being craves for night's rest
+    That pool of silver in life's forest of distress.
+
+    To light some pale candles
+    In the cavern of a lonely isle
+    And draw the wine of day
+    From the must of midnight,
+    Or plant a star-seed in the gray-ploughed eve--
+    So out of the abyss of the blackness of night
+    Dawn's million-colored fountain might spring.
+
+
+
+
+39
+
+WANDERER
+
+
+    The silvery beach, a riband around the flowing hair of the sea,
+    Where gleam the foam-flowers garlanded in multitudinous nebulous rings:
+    Here, on the frontier of many worlds and the billow-rocked cradle of
+      eternal sleep,
+    No sound, no music, no silence that a wounded soul can heal.
+
+    A longing more tempestuous than the craven breeze-possessed deep,
+    And tears that outweigh the salt of the woeful brine,
+    Yet no sleep dream-robbed, or dream-laden, nor even death's pallid
+      peace;
+    But a ceaseless crying over my heart's forsaken valleys
+    Where love like a wraith haunts the empty tombs of memory.
+
+
+
+
+40
+
+AT DAWN
+
+
+    With the breath of dawn
+    Cooling thy feverish brow,
+    And the fading of the last footfall of the stars
+    No kiss can I bring to thy bedside,
+    Nor caresses of cooling fire, my sweet.
+    Yet through this dreamful silence
+    That writes on the rim of the golden light
+    The story of our love
+    With most eloquent poignancy,
+    More love we pour into each other
+    Than the tryst of an eternal night.
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+    From her many-colored bow Nature
+    Has hurled her silver arrows of rain
+    And slain the hosts of Dark.
+
+    Jeweled with a single star, the Moon
+    Walks the garden of Night;
+    Higher and higher
+    Through the star-enflowered pathways of sapphire
+    She draws her train of silver.
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+    If words fail, song will come;
+    If thought fades, souls will not be dumb;
+    If sound ceases, Silence our song;
+    If Life fails,--Death join our hands.
+
+
+
+
+43
+
+RAINY NIGHT
+
+
+    Like tears shed over a dream,
+    Like sighs that stream
+    In an unseen nameless way
+    Into the heart of our lay.
+
+    It seemed hour on hours,
+    Years like fading flowers
+    Scattered their petals and bloom
+    In a half-lit forest of gloom.
+
+    The softness of its sounds,
+    Like the coursing of a million hounds
+    Of dream over the glade of sleep
+    Where tortured silences creep.
+
+    Exquisite, pain-laden, peaceful,
+    This night most beautiful,
+    What love forsaken by loving
+    Sets his heart a'singing?
+
+    No torment in it, but tenderness;
+    A liquid star-music of sadness
+    Pours into my soul half asleep;
+    While the willows at my window weep.
+
+
+
+
+44
+
+GHOSTS
+
+
+    Flames flickered in the fireplace,
+    As memories on the hearth of life;
+    Two shadows we, watching, brooding,
+    To catch our reflection
+    In a non-existent stream.
+
+    The ghost-witness of it all,
+    The clock brings its proofs;
+    Moments melt into moments,
+    Like notes of sad music,
+    Like a white cerement.
+
+    Cold memories shroud our life;
+    Speech flees before this;
+    Faces turn away from each other;
+    The fire throws light on them;
+    There, too, flames burn and flicker.
+
+
+
+
+45
+
+RAIN
+
+
+    What world-agony distils its poignancy this day?
+    What pain-laden heart pours out its exhaustless lay
+    Of tormenting woe and tortured silences?
+
+    From the far reaches of the marshland
+    Along and beyond the crescent-bed of the sea-sand
+    What tempest on the wave's-strings makes its cadences?
+
+    The distant hills dimmed like dull and forgotten dreams
+    Raise their shadowy heads where pour in streams
+    The tears of the heart-hollowed mourners of the skies;
+
+    While into the turgid heart of the fens at their feet
+    Turbidly fall and dance sheet upon sheet
+    To the measureless measure of the wind's empty sighs.
+
+    No light but a dismal gray, that neither throbs nor quivers
+    On the torn banks of the heavens' cloud-rivers,
+    But stonily stands still, like death that dies never.
+
+    Not-dead, but a weeping world bathing its corpses--
+    Its memories, its lost hopes, in regret's hearses
+    To be buried in flowerless graves, without incense or prayer.
+
+    It writhes in agony, rolls out in undulating rills,
+    This rain-melody from the sea-waves to the farthest hills,
+    Thence to the dreary distance lost to hearing or sight.
+
+    It is all dark and dank, a mourning of earth and heaven,
+    Sorrow-laden, life-weary, long-lost, death-craven,
+    A day lost to time, a light more baleful than night.
+
+    No dead these, but a living death seeking peace
+    From the furies--their own thoughts--sorrow--surcease,
+    Kissing the lashing wind thinking it to be the breeze.
+
+    Pour, pour, pour, O relentless, exhaustless pain!
+    To the measure of thine own agony, thy woe's refrain,
+    These desolate streams of thy music, thy pangs of a million seas.
+
+
+
+
+46
+
+EVENING WORSHIP
+
+
+    The amber west melts into saffron,
+    The east, a misty vision of rose:
+    Like the sun, our souls seek repose.
+    The mountains, empurpled priests,
+    The river, the chant from their lips,
+    Sunlit the pine-candles' crimson tips.
+
+    At this hour of worship
+    Shadows spread their wings;
+    Silently the breeze-bell rings.
+    The stars put a silver riband round night's tresses,
+    The light fades like a receding song
+    As fall soundless sounds from Nature's
+    moon-gong.
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+    The rosy mist stilly polishes the round mirror,
+            The moon;
+            Golden her face
+
+    Reflecting the cool sweet glory of a
+            Baby sun
+            When dangling
+
+    His short golden arms in the cradle of the sky
+            After night
+            Gave him birth,
+
+    And herself died as day dies to see the moon,
+            This golden
+            Rose-washed stone
+
+    That the unseen hand puts on the crown of night
+            Beside it puts
+            Bits of white--
+
+    The star-jewels like million fancies, worshipping
+            The goddess
+            Of dream.
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+    The sun's golden spear,
+    The violet cloud writhing in pain;
+    Golden the tint of the sky,
+    The tall trees wave their green-gold hair.
+
+    Music of this hour!
+    The zephyr's perfume-laden argosy
+    Drifts with the song of lutes
+    Down the sunset-stream that falls from heaven's bower.
+
+    Another flow of light,
+    Tinkling like the intangible bells of paradise,
+    Flows out of my heart
+    Into the mysterious love-perfumed ocean of night.
+
+
+
+
+49
+
+TRUCE
+
+
+    A field of battle--this sky,
+    The sun, the hero bleeding to death;
+    The shadows and lights hurl their
+    Hosts of clouds ceaselessly:
+    No peace?
+    Warfare all?
+    Nay, lo! she cometh--
+    The Spirit of Truce,
+    The Evening Star!
+
+
+
+
+50
+
+A PARALLEL
+
+
+    Time has passed, since
+    Shadows trembled to watch
+    Twilight sweep the earth
+    For the phantoms to trip and mince.
+
+    A dark breeze the forest-heart stirs;
+    Yet merry the face of the sky--
+    Twinkling in joy
+    Its innumerable eyes, the stars.
+
+    Hushed the music within;
+    Pleasure's silver laugh, dead;
+    Thought lost in reverie--
+    Reverie receding into nothing.
+
+    The taper of dreams flickers
+    Out, leaving the soul in dusk
+    By the altar of love,
+    Flower-laden as the night with stars.
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+    "Nothing endures," you said;
+    "None can die," quoth love;
+    "In the firmament of loving
+    No stars set, no meteors fall."
+
+    Yet, nothing endures, nothing,
+    Naught but dust;
+    Naught but regret and vain desire
+    The twin monuments of life,
+
+    Reared by time, by wrecking
+    All that we seek and find.
+    Its relentless waves of years
+    Break even the impregnable wall of memory
+    That thought builds
+    On the embankment of hope.
+
+    Pass all away, even we who loved,
+    Dreamt as none dreamt before--
+    Borne by the tide of life--
+    But, lo! from our defeated destiny
+    Rise our seeds reared by time
+    Consecrated to love and living!
+
+
+
+
+52
+
+DISAPPOINTMENT
+
+
+    They think thee bitter:
+    Thou art not made o' laughter
+    Nor love's smile
+    Can thy vision beguile:
+    Like a black-fiery comet
+    Suddenly, sinisterly, thou comest;
+    Making thy fateful journey,
+    Littering the floor of destiny
+    With wreckages of life,
+    Of love, of heart--
+    Of all visitors thou art the surest;
+    Halting nowhere long, endlessly passest,
+    Dragging behind thee thy train of fire
+    That burneth all, heedless of curse or prayer.
+
+
+
+
+53
+
+BUDDHA
+
+
+    On thy Lotus-seat of Night,--
+    Meditation closing thy eyes,--
+    The Star Hosts thy awe-struck devotees:
+    The Moon, thy halo unchanging.
+    White-robed time telling his beads
+    Of aeons on the thread of Eternity
+    By the ocean of space
+    Slumbering in peace at thy feet;
+    While Destiny stringing the lyre of death
+    Sings Nirvana's hymn.
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+    Ask me not to stand at thy friendship's gate--
+    I, who loved thee, now must like a cold spectre from a far forgotten
+      land of snow
+    Watch thee fall asleep on the couch of freezing friendship?
+    In these arms thou sought and joyed on many delights
+    Excavated the ruins of passion to build them anew,
+    Or sailed on thy wings--these arms--over love's enchanted sea.
+                 Friendship!
+    Barrier not this, but a coward's refuge--
+    A shadow, not the rainbow-light of loving and life.
+    O come, my pilot, conduct the bark of our twin souls
+    From cold friendship's haven
+    Over love's boistrous desire-foam-fringed ocean
+    Till in the sheer joy and fatigue of flying
+    We fail, fall and fade
+    Into the heart of Passion's another fire-born day.
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+    Golden vines they,
+    These thin lines of light,
+    Climbing the sky-wall
+    After the sun sank into sleep.
+
+    Like rills, thread-like,
+    Seen from a jutting rock
+    Where air is dizzy
+    And fancy infinite, free.
+
+    What fiery wine
+    Tingles in these vines
+    Weaving golden arabesques
+    On the pale evening sky?
+
+    Ah, the heavens this hour
+    Have drunk of sunset's ruby Wine
+    For those golden cobwebs to weave
+    Their magic of twilight dreams.
+
+
+
+
+56
+
+AT SUNDOWN
+
+
+    Two shadows fell, tremulous and frail,
+    From the upland over the lake-surface pale,
+    While the shivering reeds shook at sunset,
+    As the swans sailed into a sea of jet.
+
+    The rippling waters, and the breeze,
+    And the shadows that fall from the trees,
+    Mingled and melted with the twain,
+    A song of whitewashed away by its black refrain.
+
+    Only words remained, palpitating and few,
+    Falling through the gloom and night's dew
+    Like jewelled fancies rising out of a dream
+    That live for a moment and die ere they gleam.
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+    Tears well out from my heart,
+    As clouds overcast my soul,
+    And blur my vision of thee.
+
+    Melancholy this dawn,
+    When thy smile and words,
+    And thy sky-shaming eyes
+    Are not beside me to rouse me from sleep.
+
+    Though cry I without end,
+    Yet a thought of thee heals many wounds,
+    Why? thou ask me; how can I tell?
+
+    All thou wish to take is thine;
+    Not even the dust of thy feet I seek,
+    Only leave me the star of thy memory
+    To bathe in the rain of my weeping.
+
+
+
+
+58
+
+
+    At last thou comest;
+    Thy footsteps I hear across the ages,
+    Over wandering fancies,
+    Through shadows of dreams
+    Is thy coming, Queen of queens.
+
+    This shimmering summer of life
+    That thou bringest with thee
+    As a gift to my silent waiting
+    Is but what I prayed to bring
+    To the altar of thy coming.
+
+    I spread the seat of my soul,
+    For thee to rest thy tired limbs;
+    And wave the fan of my heart
+    To cool thy lotus-shaming face,
+    Lady of light, queen of grace.
+
+    Come to my bower of worship,
+    Where burns the incense of devotion,
+    Lay thy rose-robed body
+    In the shrine of my longing,
+    Where love's rainbow-songs are ringing.
+
+
+
+
+59
+
+
+    The lingering light of the sun
+    Takes from the chalice of the valley
+    Its mist-perfume to wash the
+    Moon-face with rose.
+    In the pool at my feet the goldfishes drag their trains of brown
+    Which cleave it into parts that ceaselessly mingle anew.
+    The moon, silver bright
+    Through thousand streams sends her light
+    Into the valley aswoon, listening to the harmony of night.
+
+
+
+
+60
+
+
+    I have drunk your tears with insatiate lips;
+    I have broken like a toy the heart of your life;
+    What have I given? your last query!
+    The cup of my heart filled I with love;
+    The chalice of soul with the substance of my God,
+    For thee to drink my life's first love.
+    Thou drankest as one that comes from a desert,
+    Thou spiltest the nectar heedless, like mad;
+    Yet I cursed not, nor shed tears;
+    But loved thee, longed to live for thy love.
+    Alas! thy tears grew salt, thy love thy self's greedy grasp,--
+    O, it is the end; let us part!
+    The morning of indifference wings the gray sky;
+    The bird-song of the other dawns the raven's shriek now,--
+    Shed no more tears, I tire of my drink;
+    Break not thy heart; thy soul? Let it be still!
+    Beyond the gray-cloud is the land of sunrise:
+    Let us part, dear, let us be wise.
+
+
+
+
+61
+
+SOUND BUTTERFLIES
+
+(IN A FOUNTAIN)
+
+
+    Like interpenetrating bells of silver,
+    The water-drops ring and melt
+    Into new drops, like new notes
+    From an untiring lyre,
+    That in colored succession
+    Paint our heart-beats
+    From the gold of sunrise into sunset fire;
+    Yet, not like that, this brush of water-drops
+    Limns on the silver rim of Joy
+    The dark Butterflies of Desire.
+
+
+
+
+62
+
+
+    Even in sadness thou art beside me,
+    In gladness, none so happy as thee;
+            I love thee;
+    May my love kiss the feet of thy love of me.
+
+    My dreams are thine, day or night,
+    My sleep sings in silence to the night
+            Of thy delight;
+    May thy heart's gifts like stars my heart's heaven bedight!
+
+    Though a sigh rises in my soul this hour;
+    Closes its petals in the west the golden day-flower;
+            In my bower
+    Let thy love pour its rainbow shower.
+
+
+
+
+63
+
+
+    By the sea of sleep walks white-robed Night;
+    The breeze but the faint rustle of her drapery
+    That calls the mist-made bark of dream
+    From the cavern of the Unknown to sail to us,
+    Laden with endless star-like fancies.
+    And She! the magician, walks on and on
+    Over the sapphire embankment of the sky
+    Like a moving magnet drawing behind her a million dream-argosies.
+
+
+
+
+64
+
+FAREWELL
+
+(AFTER A HINDUSTANI SONG)
+
+
+    Farewell, fairest of loves!
+    Life's most fanciful of gifts,
+    Joy and treasure, love and wonder,
+    Waking's elusive reality,
+    Dream's ever-yielding divinity.
+    Even thou must pass
+    Beyond time's starless bar:
+    Thy eyes, their lambent flames
+    Shall no more illumine my night;
+    Nor thy brow, home of many moods,
+    Tranquil yet tormented as a sea,
+    Shall ever wear the coronal of my kiss.
+    Ah, kisses! blisses of fire,
+    Passion's long lingering melody
+    Played by thy lips on mine.
+    Even they must die--
+    Intangible realities of rapture,
+    Ever present wonders of desire--
+    Now like autumn leaves
+    Fly with the west-wind of fear.
+    No, not fear that takes thee from me,
+    Nor love's slayer, satiety;
+    Yet art gone; thou art going.
+    Oh, not to crush thy heart on mine:
+    Thy breasts made but for my hands,
+    No more to quiver in rapture therein!
+    Who wills this cruel decree?
+    The warmth of thy body,
+    The staggering storm of thy yielding,
+    The intoxicating perfume of thy mouth:
+    These, and many other endless
+    Viols and lutes of passion, love, life,
+    Delights of a thousand heavens,
+    Who robs them of me?
+    Fate! that fool in the court of love,
+    Who hath no wit for laughter,
+    Steals it all from me
+    In the mid-hour of life;
+    And as it befits his mind,
+    Scatters it all over the turbid
+    Stream of fear and lies.
+
+
+
+
+65
+
+SATIETY
+
+
+    All thy gifts must die,
+    All thy thoughts must fail;
+    Such were the decree writ by time
+    With shadows on the scroll of fate.
+    Even thy memory recedes into forgetting,
+    Thy lustrous words star-like set,
+    Ah, sweet! autumn's breath withers all,
+    Even the west-wind fears to tread.
+    All yield to the power of relentless time
+    That no love nor passion can stay,
+    Blown like dried leaves we now
+    On the granite pavement of fate.
+    No more thy lip-touch on my brow,
+    Nor thy hands pleading caresses,
+    Thy gifts fall and fade into nothing,
+    Thy vision grows dim in life's sunset-west.
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+    Drowsy the noonday air,
+    Under the trees the still shadow
+    Like a fugitive fragment of night
+    Seeks shelter from the sun.
+
+    The bird has ceased singing,
+    The beggar unable to bear
+    The wealth of the sun
+    Spreads his torn garment,
+
+    To find peace in
+    The benign shadow of sleep.
+    Ah, lone soul like him,
+    I spread this rag of my song.
+
+    Under the tree of life
+    Over which blazes the sun of fate.
+    The calm of its shadow
+    Protects me, but where my peace?
+
+
+
+
+67
+
+CHATTERTON
+
+
+    For summers seventeen
+    This flower of spring
+    Scattered fragrance
+    That dwelt in its petals seventeen.
+    Seventeen song-hours,
+    A heart never weary;
+    A soul with honey of all flowers
+    A song as enchanting as stars.
+
+    A boy never grown old,
+    A lute never tiring to sing,
+    A mind ne'er chilled
+    Though Hunger's hand lay cold.
+
+    Steely-cold on his breast,
+    Yet the boy sang;
+    Loved as alone a poet can
+    Endlessly, without rest.
+    Just seventeen!
+    Ne'er old, though time passes;
+    A golden lyre-string
+    Has not yet ceased ringing:
+
+    Rings through the heart of time
+    O'er the summit of death
+    To the music of the Nine
+    Into the heart of Eternal Rhyme.
+
+
+
+
+68
+
+
+    A summer song it was,
+    Counting of many unseen stars
+    In an intangible sky
+    Making new milky ways--
+    Silver-shadow-paths that lead
+    From sapphire abysses
+    Into deeper abysses still.
+    The deeps of our souls
+    Lit by passion's burning flowers
+    Tremulous, timorous flames of silver,
+    That with thousand hands
+    Our hearts sought to pluck and scatter,
+    Or make barbed garlands
+    For love's nuptial hour.
+    Nuptial hour, briefer than a moment,
+    Longer than Heaven's Eternal summer,
+    When each flower burns to soothe,
+    And each soothing petal burns anew;
+    Till myriad streams of fire
+    Strewn with countless flaming stars
+    Bear us to the far sea of Time
+    Where no summer dies,
+    Nor endure the stinging moments of love's winter.
+
+
+
+
+69
+
+"WHO KNOWS"
+
+
+    Time's torment,
+    Life's woes,
+    And sorrow's wan gaze
+    Are but shades
+    In a picture of light
+    Where nothing abides,
+    All things fade.
+    In fading there is beauty,
+    By shedding tears
+    We bathe our hearts--
+    Those crushed flowers full of smart--
+    For a deity not far from our souls.
+    Yet, no solace in prayer,
+    Pain has no largess;
+    Dark has stars,
+    But no barren earth its flowers.
+    All are dismal and fallow;
+    Yet, from the mountain's stony heart
+    Spring multitudinous rivers
+    Sparkling at dawn, and
+    Deepening night's gloom with mysterious murmurs;
+    And who knows?
+    These streams that pass
+    By the balcony of our past,
+    Through present's wilderness,
+    Into desolate future
+    May reach the land of the farthest star.
+    Who knows? Ah! who knows?
+    May these song-rills
+    From my heart's little hill
+    Empty their singing waters
+    Into a sea of song-making
+    Where nothing endures
+    But the sound and echo of singing.
+    Where sound, and echo are one,
+    A moonset vale of sunset land,
+    Where light is wedded to shade
+    Without death, full of dying, yet not dead.
+
+
+
+
+70
+
+THE FIRST VISION
+
+
+    The impenetrable dark--
+    Darkness of cloud and night
+    Coming on black silent wings
+    Surround me in their folds,
+    As it sits by my side on the shore of time.
+
+    No fear, no sorrow, no hope,
+    Not even the footfall of a star;
+    Dim, deep sable tones
+    Rise from the organ of nothing
+    With its flats and sharps of clouds and night.
+
+    Ripples of moments
+    Waves of hours and years
+    Break on the shore of space
+    To speak vague, soundless words
+    To my soul, alone, shade among shades.
+
+    Not even the unheard whisper
+    Of the shadow of a breeze,
+    But silence ponderous, peaceful,
+    Afraid of its own self
+    A mute hound at my feet.
+
+    Who art thou?
+    Whom do I know in this emptiness?
+    Who has lived with me?
+    And called me from the deeps of time?
+
+    Recedes the bank of space;
+    Fades away even the unfilled time,
+    No light, no sound, not even a dream;
+    Yet who speaks through silence?
+    Who plays this music of night?
+
+    Like an intangible river it flows
+    With waves of shadow-sound
+    Between banks of mountainous silence--
+    O, who! who are you?
+    Light in a world of shadows,
+    Rainbow among sunless clouds,
+    Bark of song on this sea of silence,
+    O ferryman of the soul!
+    O Word on Infinite's scroll.
+
+
+
+
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+
+SHANTI[5]
+
+
+    Sleep shadows, sleep light;
+    Sleep tune, sleep speech;
+    Sleep night, sleep day;
+    Sleep children in the cradle of rest.
+
+    Dream stars, dream moon;
+    Dream sea; dream O, sun;
+    Dream rainbow, dream storm;
+    Dream rain, O, milk from Heaven's breast.
+
+    Rest ye feet, rest ye hands;
+    Rest bleeding hours of even;
+    Rest O, heart torn and burnt,
+    Rest my fancies, day is done.
+
+    Sleep night, sleep with star-eyes closed;
+    Sleep sorrow in death's silent repose;
+    Sleep O, Soul, be it twilight or morn;
+    Sleep thou too, O, sleep, heedless of moon and sun.
+
+
+[Footnote 5: Shanti is the Sanskrit for "Peace."]
+
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+ERRATA
+
+
+Page 17, lines 6 and 7 should read as follows:
+
+    Yet its mighty thrall
+    Holds me, haunts me
+
+
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