Tell me no more of thy love, papeeha, Wouldst thou recall to my heart, papeeha,
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(Parvati at her lattice) O Love! were you a basil-wreath to twine
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Like this alabaster box whose art Is frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart,
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He
Lift up the veils that darken the delicate moon
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Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
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O little mouse, why dost thou cry
While merry stars laugh in the sky?
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From groves of spice,
O'er fields of rice,
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SHALT thou be conquered of a human fate My liege, my lover, whose imperial head
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Cover mine eyes, O my Love!
Mine eyes that are weary of bliss
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LORD of the lotus, lord of the harvest,
Bright and munificent lord of the morn!
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You flaunt your beauty in the rose, your glory in the dawn,
Your sweetness in the nightingale, your white- ness in the swan.
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A KOKILA called from a henna-spray:
Lira! liree! Lira! liree!
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Men say the world is full of fear and hate, And all life's ripening harvest-fields await
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What do you sell O ye merchants ?
Richly your wares are displayed.
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But soon we must rise, O my heart, we must wander again
Into the war of the world and the strife of the throng;
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Eyes ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire
Drink deep of the hush of the hyac
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LIKE a serpent to the calling voice of flutes,
Glides my heart into thy fingers, O my Love!
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WEAVERS, weaving at break of day,
Why do you weave a garment so gay? . . .
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To tangled paths where shy gazelles are straying,
And parrot-plumes outshine the dying day.
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And thirst with passionate longing for the things
That burn your brows with blood-red sufferings
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Go back to your grave, O my Dream, under forests of snow,
Where a heart-riven child hid you once, seven eons ago
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SEE how the speckled sky burns like a pigeon's throat, Jewelled with embers of opal and peridote.
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Deign, Prince, my tribute to receive, This lyric offering to your name,
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Lightly, O lightly we bear her along, She sways like a flower in the wind of our song;
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The new hath come and now the old retires: And so the past becomes a mountain-cell,
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ONCE in the dream of a night I stood
Lone in the light of a magical wood,
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WHEN dawn's first cymbals beat upon the sky,
Rousing the world to labour's various cry,
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LAMP of my life, the lips of Death
Hath blown thee out with their sudden breath;
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Bangle sellers are we who bear Our shining loads to the temple fair...
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Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light,
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn like a child that
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