The ring of thy song,

And a star—reflection of thy smile—

Those million suns in the firmament of my dawn.

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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?

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MOONRISE

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