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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. + + + + +41 + + + 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. + + + + +42 + + + 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. + + + + +47 + + + 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. + + + + +48 + + + 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. + + + + +51 + + + "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. + + + + +54 + + + 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. + + + + +55 + + + 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. + + + + +57 + + + 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. + + + + +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 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. + + + + +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 + + + +***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SANDHYA*** + + +******* This file should be named 22848.txt or 22848.zip ******* + + +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: +http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/2/2/8/4/22848 + + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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