While you were here no destiny seemed boundless.

So I am lost and find no clue

To any dusk or dawn!

Life has become a quest decayed and groundless.

Come back! come back or let me find

The jungle leads at last

[Pg 78]

Unto your lips and bosom recreated!

O somewhere I again must wind

My arms about you, cast

Into one word my love all unabated!

[Pg 79]

[Pg 79]

PRINCESS JEHANARA

Where the road leads from Delhi to the South,

And dingy camel-trains creep in the dust

Past ruin-heaps of old Firozabad

And Indropat unpitied of the drouth;

By a lone tree, above a Pool whose sad

Prayer-water all the turban-people trust,

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