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A Beauty Infinite*
A Beauty infinite, an unborn Power On Time's vast forehead drew her mystic line; An unseen Radiance filled the primal hour, — First script, creation's early rapture-wine. Lightning in Night the eternal moment wrote. Her lone eyes bathed in hue of loveliness Saw on a flaming stream a single boat Follow through dawn some great Sun's orbit-trace. The Dawn-world flashed — torn was the heart of Night. Why came then Dawn here with her cloud and surge? Darkness erased the hint of new-born Light, — Till suddenly quivered above the pilgrim Urge, Its flower-car washed blood-red. Smile of the Moon, And, held in her hand, a Sun-flute's golden croon.
* Jyotirmayee Page – 391 |
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