. . . . .

The ponderous bolts of Night were drawn;

The pale Day peer’d thro’ cloudy bars;

The Wind awoke; the sword of Dawn

Flasht thro’ the flying Stars;

The new-born Sun-Star smote the Gloom:

The Desert burst in endless Bloom.

Bangalore, 1890.

Bangalore, 1890.

 

 Thought and Action

Thought and Action

Thought and Action

Thought and Action

Thought and Action

The Angel of the Left Hand spake. His speech

Fell as when on some shuddering arctic beach

The icy Northern creeps from reach to reach

And curdles motion and with thrilling spell

Fixes the falling ripple. ‘Peace and quell,’

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