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sumptuous festival。
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THE GOLDEN THRESHOLD
STREET CRIES
When dawn's first cymbals beat upon the sky； Rousing the world to
labour's various cry； To tend the flock； to bind the mellowing grain； From
ardent toil to forge a little gain； And fasting men go forth on hurrying feet；
BUY BREAD； BUY BREAD； rings down the eager street。
When the earth falters and the waters swoon With the implacable
radiance of noon； And in dim shelters koils hush their notes； And the faint；
thirsting blood in languid throats Craves liquid succour from the cruel heat；
BUY FRUIT； BUY FRUIT； steals down the panting street。
When twilight twinkling o'er the gay bazaars； Unfurls a sudden canopy
of stars； When lutes are strung and fragrant torches lit On white roof…
terraces where lovers sit Drinking together of life's poignant sweet； BUY
FLOWERS； BUY FLOWERS； floats down the singing street。
TO INDIA
O young through all thy immemorial years！ Rise； Mother； rise；
regenerate from thy gloom； And； like a bride high…mated with the spheres；
Beget new glories from thine ageless womb！
The nations that in fettered darkness weep Crave thee to lead them
where great mornings break 。 。 。 。 Mother； O Mother； wherefore dost thou
sleep？ Arise and answer for thy children's sake！
Thy Future calls thee with a manifold sound To crescent honours；
splendours； victories vast； Waken； O slumbering Mother and be crowned；
Who once wert empress of the sovereign Past。
THE ROYAL TOMBS OF GOLCONDA
I muse among these silent fanes Whose spacious darkness guards your
dust； Around me sleep the hoary plains That hold your ancient wars in
trust。 I pause； my dreaming spirit hears； Across the wind's unquiet tides；
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THE GOLDEN THRESHOLD
The glimmering music of your spears； The laughter of your royal brides。
In vain； O Kings； doth time aspire To make your names oblivion's
sport； While yonder hill wears like a tier The ruined grandeur of your fort。
Though centuries falter and decline； Your proven strongholds shall remain
Embodied memories of your line； Incarnate legends of your reign。
O Queens； in vain old Fate decreed Your flower…like bodies to the
tomb； Death is in truth the vital seed Of your imperishable bloom Each
new…born year the bulbuls sing Their songs of your renascent loves； Your
beauty wakens with the spring To kindle these pomegranate groves。
TO A BUDDHA SEATED ON A LOTUS
Lord Buddha； on thy Lotus…throne； With praying eyes and hands elate；
What mystic rapture dost thou own； Immutable and ultimate？ What peace；
unravished of our ken； Annihilate from the world of men？
The wind of change for ever blows Across the tumult of our way； To…
morrow's unborn griefs depose The sorrows of our yesterday。 Dream
yields to dream； strife follows strife；
And Death unweaves the webs of Life。
For us the travail and the heat； The broken secrets of our pride； The
strenuous lessons of defeat； The flower deferred； the fruit denied； But not
the peace； supremely won； Lord Buddha； of thy Lotus…throne。
With futile hands we seek to gain Our inaccessible desire； Diviner
summits to attain； With faith that sinks and feet that tire； But nought shall
conquer or control The heavenward hunger of our soul。
The end； elusive and afar； Still lures us with its beckoning flight； And
all our mortal moments are A session of the Infinite。 How shall we reach
the great； unknown Nirvana of thy Lotus…throne？
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