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\nSection Three<\/font><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

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\nChittaranjan Das<\/font><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

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\nSongs of the Sea<\/font><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

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\nI<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

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\nO thou unhoped-for elusive wonder of the skies,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStand still one moment! I will lead thee and bind<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith music to the chambers of my mind.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBehold how calm today this sea before me lies<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd quivering with what tremulous heart of dreams<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn the pale glimmer of the faint moonbeams.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIf thou at last art come indeed, O mystery, stay<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWoven by song into my heart-beats from this day.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nStand, goddess, yet! Into this anthem of the seas<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith the pure strain of my full voiceless heart<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSome rhythm of the rhythmless, some part<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf thee I would weave today, with living harmonies<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPeopling the solitude I am within.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWilt thou not here abide on that vast scene,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThou whose vague raiment edged with dream haunts us and flees,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFulfilled in an eternal quiet like this sea’s?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI lean to thee a listening ear<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd thy immense refrain I hear,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO Ocean circled with the lights of morn.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat word is it thou singst? what tune<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy heart is filled with, and it soon<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMust overflow? What mystical unborn<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSpirit is singing in thy white foam-caves?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat voice turns heaven to music from thy waves?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nLong gazing on this dawn and restless sea,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy heart is moved with a strange minstrelsy.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTranquil and full and slow that music’s sound<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr a chant pitiful, tender and profound.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAt times its passing fills my heart with tears.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMaddened it runs and maddening him who hears.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat spirit lives and laughs and weeps in thee?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat thought is here that cries eternally?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI know not, but a trembling sweet and strong<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHas taken my every limb touched by thy song,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO infinite Voice, O Soul that callst to me,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs I look on this luminous dawn and on the sea!<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nIV<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

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\nThe flute of dawn has rung out on the sea,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd in a holiday of festal glee<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe radiant sunbeams dally and happily stream:<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHow on thy body they wallow, laugh and gleam!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFlowers blown in song on a bright welter cast!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe riches of sunlight quiver along thy vast<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSweet tumult, kindle the world thy chantings hold,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr, rocking, for thy feet are chains of gold.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNow has thy cry become a bird of sound,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd on the wings, the throbbing breast around<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA dream of gold is smeared; in my heart’s skies<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe beautiful vagrant making springtide flies.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere wings the floating mighty creature, joys<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThreading and lights, a glory and a voice.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nUpon what bosom shall I lay my bliss<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr whom enrich with all my welling tears,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe unguessed joy, the grief that nameless is<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd will not be denied? All checks they pierce.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe riches of my bliss have broken in bloom,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd all my sorrow seeks melodious room.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHow have they made of all my secret hours<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA kingdom of strange singing in groves of flowers!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA mystic wind, a nameless trouble keeps<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy spirit. All the load of my heart’s deeps<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhere shall I rest, moved to thy passionate play,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO Ocean, upon this thy festal day?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nDawn has become to me a golden fold<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf shining dreams, hearing thy potent cry.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA marvel chant on every wave is rolled,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd sky and wind repeat one melody.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat hast thou done? My mind has grown a lyre<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhose many hundred strings thy tones inspire;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy touch, thy hand have made it eternally<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA refrain of thy pride and majesty.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nBehold, the perfect-gloried dawn has come<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFar-floating from eternity her home.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHer limbs are clad in silver light of dreams,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHer brilliant influence on the water streams,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd in that argent flood to one white theme<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAre gathering all the hues and threads of dream.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTricked with her fire the heavens richly fill;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo an eternal chant the winds are still;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd all thy bosom’s deep unquiet taken<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThou hast wrung out and into melody shaken,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd all the sounds that stirred the earth so long<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAre called into a wordless trance of song.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO minstrel of infinity! What world<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSoundless has known that music? What ether curled<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn voiceless sleep? Where are those notes withdrawn?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInto the hush of what eternal dawn?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI have no art of speech, no charm of song,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRhythm nor measure nor the lyric pace.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNo words alluring to my skill belong.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNow in me thought’s free termless heavens efface<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLimit and mark; upon my spirit is thrown<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe shadow of infinity alone.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI at thy voice in brilliant dawn or eve<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHave felt strange formless words within my mind.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThen my heart’s doors wide to thy cry I leave<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd in thy chant I seek myself and find.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNow some few hymns of that dim union sweet<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHave filled my soul. I bring them to thy feet.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nAll day within me only one music rings.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI have become a lyre of helpless strings,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd I am but a horn for thee to wind,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO vast musician! Take me, all thy mind<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn light, in gloom, by day, by night express.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInto me, minstrel, breathe thy mightiness.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOn solitary shores, in lonely skies,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn night’s huge sieges when the winds blow wild,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn many a lovely land of mysteries,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn many a shadowy realm, or where a child,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDawn, bright and young, sweet unripe thoughts conceives,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr through the indifferent calm desireless eves,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn magic night and magic light of thee,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPlay on thy instrument, O Soul, O Sea.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nWhat is this play thou playest with my life?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHow hast thou parted lids mind held so stiff<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAgainst the vision, that like a bud shut long<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy mind has opened only to thy song,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd all my life lies like a yearning flower<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHued, perfumed, quivering in thy murmurous power,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd all my days are grown an infinite strain<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf music sung by thee, O shoreless main?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nMy heart wings restless with this music’s pain,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBird of some wonderful harmonious reign:<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNo time, no place it meets, touches no end,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut rests and flies in melody contained.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSong’s boundless regions have no isle preferred,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIts depths no plummet moment yet has found.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMemories and strange deep silences are heard<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHere in thy solitude of shoreless sound.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThou melody fathomless! O sea where floats<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSong timeless! What were these immortal notes<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo which my heart could silently disclose<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe hidden petals of the eternal rose?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nO painter, thou thy marvellous art didst use<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn green and pearl and blue and countless hues<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo make this pattern of myriad flowers untold,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPassions of azure, miracles of gold.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy eyes had hunger for form’s mysteries<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd wandered in vision upon colour’s seas.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPaint out these hues! draw darkness like a brush<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOver these tired eyelids! blind me, hush!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAh, not for visible delight I long!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy soul enchanted only by thy song<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI will swim out upon thy waves of sound,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO Voice, and sink into thee for ever drowned.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThen shall I pass into thy hymn, O sea.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere shall be nothing else to eternity.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe universe shall but to sound belong,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd Time and Space shall tremble into song.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nO now today like a too brilliant dream<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat is this that thy floating heart reveals<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn the full moon’s intense wide-flowing beam?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat infinite peace from thy calm moonlight steals<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWaking my breast to this unchecked delight?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat melody moves thee in the luminous night?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nWhat shadow of a dream from lives long past<\/span><\/p>\n

\nReturns into thy ancient heart, O sea?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat bygone virtue comes fulfilled at last?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat dead illusion paints this dream on thee?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA hundred glimmering memories break like flowers<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOn waves of moonlight in my life’s still hours.<\/span><\/p>\n

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It seems as if a hundred lives’ joy, fears<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd burden of their laughter and their tears<\/span><\/p>\n

\nToday came round me and incessantly<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSang to my soul their anthem in this sea.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA million lives today have met in one<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd float on dream a single flower alone.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThe day is filled with clouds and dusk and grey.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWave sobbing falls on wave; there flowers, there rocks<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA pain unquiet in their broken shocks.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTrembling there moans a large lament today.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe heavens are filled with dusk and sad and grey.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn endless outcry fills my soul today.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIs’t joy? is’t pain? Are these the depths of love!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTroubled, restless, peering with wild crests above,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat is it cries, what yearns in thee this day,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO heart? Thy heavens are full of dusk and grey.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nToday the heavens are sealed with clouds and blind,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA leaping madman comes the pathless wind,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe rains of deluge flee, a storm-tossed shade,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOver thy breast of gloom. Loud and dismayed<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy lost enormous chant rolls purposeless<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSeeking its end in an unregioned space.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO come, thou great mad sea, O surging come!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy breast defenceless mates thy dolorous foam.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDarkness the heavens, the wind doom’s signal breath,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI shall float on through thee or sink in death.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThis is not now the lyre’s melodious stream,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThese are not now the blossoming groves of dream,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut Rudra’s torrent comes with pitiless play:<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe world sinks down as on its last wild day.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe fathomless depths leap up to mix the sky;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWinds of destruction’s sport walk tenebrously.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMasses of driving death go chanting by,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe dreadful laughters of eternity.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNo lightning cleaves the night thy thunders fill;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy wounded bosom pours out clamour and wail;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe myriad serpents of infinitude<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTheir countless hoods above thy waves extrude.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI hear mid the loud stormwinds and the night<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA voice arise of terror infinite;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDeath’s shoutings in a darkness without shore<\/span><\/p>\n

\nJoin like a million Titans’ hungry roar.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nWhen thy enormous wind has filled my breast,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTorn sail and broken rudder shall have rest.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy soul shall refugeless, a sinking boat,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGo down in thy fierce seas nor wish to float.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI under thy brow of great destruction’s frown<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn the eternal darkness shall lie down<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUpon that other coast remote and dumb.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThough in the image of death today thou come,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy heart keeps open for thee thy house, this breast.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO king, O sea, enter and dwell and rest.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nO high stark Death, ascetic proud and free,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDraw back thy trident of eternity:<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLeave, leave my days their natural life and death<\/span><\/p>\n

\nReclined in the heart’s grove, lulled with music’s breath.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe lotus of creation, like a rhyme<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTrembling with its own joy and sorrow, long<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOn the harmonious ocean of old Time<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHas floated, heaven above the infinite song.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO great last death of all, leave yet to stay<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr pass, to fade or bloom my little day.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nO loud blind conqueror, stay thy furious car,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLay down thy arrow. Evening from afar<\/span><\/p>\n

\nComes pacing with her smooth and noiseless step<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd dusk pale light of quiet in heavens of sleep.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStay then thy chariot, rest! O tired with strife!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO wearied soul of death! conqueror of life!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nVain was thy war, O Lord, my soul to win;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMyself was giving myself without that pain.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNow I will light the evening lamps for thee,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy soul with vesper hymns thy fane shall be,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd I will spread a cool couch for thy sleep<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd at thy feet calm’s holy water keep.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat need, to conquer me, hadst thou to strive,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWho only longed unasked myself to give?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThou hast come back, O Lord! this soul, thy sky,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLooks glad on flowers and fruits and ecstasy:<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCeased has thy song of death, thy call of pain,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLife settles on thy lips and lids again.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOnce more I look upon thy joyous dawn<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd the links of rapture twixt our hearts are drawn.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy heart leans out to hear thy song. Ah, when<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy voice calls, all its buds shall open then,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhile mid the touch of breezes wrapped in flowers<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCry under lyric heavens the harmonious hours.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThe light of the young dawn round every limb<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSweeps over thee as golden billows may;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOut every moment glimmers some new dream.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThou in a swing of gold hast sat at play.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLike a great king thou robest thyself, O sea,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd pourst thy love in waves of precious gold,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLike a young royal lover lavishly<\/span><\/p>\n

\nChasing my heart with wealth through every fold.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd I to thee a youthful soul have brought<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFull of the dawn to lay it at thy feet.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA wreath of lilies gold my hands have wrought,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor thy rich golden neck a carcanet.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWe two together bound shall lie and gleam<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGolden with dawn in solitudes of dream.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nO today in heaven there rings high a mournful strain,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTill our empty hearts beat slow and of ending fain.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMournful moans the cloud, mournfully and loud<\/span><\/p>\n

\nKissing ocean, roaming heaven in vain<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHear the winds complain!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd today with lost desire<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSobs my spirit like a lyre<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWakened to complain.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor it seeks a want it cannot name,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAching with a viewless flame<\/span><\/p>\n

\nKnows not how to rest nor where to flee,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOnly wailing knows and pain.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTowards the clouds it soars up fitfully,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLured it knows not where nor why:<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSinging only from the soul<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSongs of bitter dole!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNeither rhythm keeps nor cry<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf saving measure, fitfully<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWailing out its shapeless pain.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThey have filled the heavens and filled my soul,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSongs of weeping wild and bitter dole,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nChants of utter pain. <\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSleep, sleep through clouded moons, O sea, at last<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUnder a lonely sky; the eyelids close<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWearied of song. Held are the regions fast;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMute in the hushed and luminous world repose.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI sit upon thy hither shore, O main,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy gaze is on thy face. Yet sleep, O sleep!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy heart is trembling with a soundless strain,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy soul is watching by thy slumber deep.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nWhen shall I know thee who thou art, O friend?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhen wilt thou wake? with what grand paean vast?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLo, I will wait for thee. Thou at the end<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStretch out thy arms in some dim eve at last.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n
\nXXIV<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nWhere have I seen thee? where have clasped thy hand?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhen gazed into thy eyes? what distant time<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSaw our first converse? what forgotten land?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSangst thou? or was thy laughter heard sublime?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nThen was the soul so full of deepest pains?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWere then the eyes so ready with their tears?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSuch thoughts, such griefs, so many sobbing strains<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPlayed on our soul-strings in those distant years?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nThen didst thou take me to thy bosom wide<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLike a kind friend with close-encircling arm?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDid all my thoughts into thy nature glide<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLed out by love as with a whispered charm?<\/span><\/p>\n

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All I remember not, but this alone,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy heart joined thine in some past age or clime;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBecause thy touch has never from me gone,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI float to thee across eternal Time.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nI think, in a strange secret trysting-place<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWe too shall meet at last and recognise,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhere day weds night in some enchanted space,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll the old love awakening in our eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n
\nXXV<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nNone is awake in all the world but I;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhile the sun hesitated, I upstood<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd met thee in a grandiose secrecy<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo lave my soul in thy majestic flood.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nBe outward songs the outward nature’s part!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThese are for all and all their tones may hear.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere is a strain that fills the secret heart:<\/span><\/p>\n

\nReveal that music to my listening ear.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nTherefore, O sea, O friend, I came alone,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat I might hear that rapture or that moan.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nXXVI<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nThe sun has not yet risen. Luring night<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShelters thee still as with a robe of love.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCalm are thy lips, thy eyes have tranquil light,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhether thou sleep or dream or wake or move.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nIn the last trance of darkness visible<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHow beautiful and calm thy gaze, O sea!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy speech, my song have suddenly grown still<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn this enamoured twilight’s ecstasy.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nAm I not as thy brother younger born?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThen sometimes turn a loving gaze, O sea.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe song that shakes thy bosom night and morn<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBid echo sometimes, Ocean, even in me.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n
\nXXVII<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nThe sunbeams fall and kiss thy lips and gleam<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCalm and profound like thy own majesty.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHow all my million golden flowers of dream<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOut of my soul thou hast drawn utterly,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd these thou wearest as a garland now;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI stand with empty hands upon thy shore.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSing me one chant of thine! Ah, let it flow<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd endless nectar and my soul explore<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith echoes and with lights, and turn thy gaze<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor ever and for ever on my days,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd from today, O Ocean without strand,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy song I’ll sing, wandering from land to land.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nNay, nay, let be! O not today that sound<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBefore these multitudes, but what all can hear!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThese robed for joy have come thy margin round;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDraw close their hearts to thine, give dance and cheer.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nBut when the midnight broods on thee again,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThese happy laughters sunk upon thy swell,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe world shall close in song about us twain<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd darkness shall stand there as sentinel.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nThou shalt sing out one chant, a different song<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFrom me return; we shall together lie<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn infinite gladness while ambrosial, long,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy thunders drown me in their harmony.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nWhen thickest night shall hold again thy shore,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWe two shall meet in song and join once more.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n
\nXXIX<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nHow many aeons hast thou flowed like this,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe torture of this music in thy heart?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWorld-maddening melodies that stormed heart to kiss<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAfter what cycles from thy surge still part,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRecalling endless ages,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRegretting countless lives?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nBirthless and endless, bearing from the first<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEternal wailing thou sweepst on, O sea.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat hunger sobs in thee? what vehement thirst?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat tireless anguish moans implacably?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMoans many a thousand ages,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMoans many a million lives.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nO friend cursed thus through the unending years!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO my unquiet ocean all of tears!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYet ’tis to thee that leaving all I come,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs always came I to my real home<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd always shall come in the endless years,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nParted through endless ages,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMet in unnumbered lives.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n
\nXXX<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nWhat years, what clime, what dim and distant shore<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBeheld our meeting first? What thundrous roar<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr low sweet plaint of music first had bound<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn what eternal seats of what vast sound?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat heart of mighty singing devious-souled,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat mystery of beaten time controlled?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe spirit of what nameless tune could bring<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur births to oneness from their wandering?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFrom some huge soul’s beginningless infinity<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur waters side by side began their course, O sea.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHow often our lives have parted been since then!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHow often have our two hearts met again!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThou floatst, O friend, for ever to that Vast;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI float on thy chant only to the last.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nMy sleepless midnight thou hast filled indeed<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith seas of song, O King of minstrelsy.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat pomps of sound through the thick night proceed!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat surf, what surge of thunders rolls over me!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy eyes, my face are covered with thee, O main,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy heart sunk down beneath thy echo-plain.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy soul like a flower offered to the storm<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTrembles. What wild great song without a form<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBurdened with all the joys a heart can feel,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTorn with all agonies no joy can heal,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRolls through this darkness? Nothing do I see,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOnly a rumour and infinity<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI feel upon my bosom lay its weight,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA clamouring vague vastness increate.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA hundred strains left voiceless to the ear,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA thousand silences of song I hear.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf universal sound the wordless tongue<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat in each voice and cry is hidden deep,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe heart unsung of all songs ever sung<\/span><\/p>\n

\nComes to me through the veils of death and sleep.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nXXXII<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nLighting small lamps and in a little room<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI played and poorly hummed a trivial theme;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith the lamp’s rays on my soul’s half-lit gloom<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI traced the image of a bounded dream.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThee I had quite forgotten, Ocean vast:<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWell did my dream-bound little play-room please,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn idly-plaited wreath before me placed,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHolding my petty lamp, content, at ease.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThen with thy solemn thunders didst thou call<\/span><\/p>\n

\nChanting eternity in thy deep strain;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy huge rebuke shook all my nature, all<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe narrow coasts of thought sank crumbling in.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCollapsed that play-room and that lamp was quenched.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI stood in Ocean’s thunders washed and drenched.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n
\nXXXIII<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nEvening has not descended yet, fast sets the sun;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDarkness and light together seize on thee as one.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGazing upon thy luminous dusk the clouds float by,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe charmed wind o’er thy troubled lights sings murmuringly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUpon this undark darkness and enchanted light<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHeaven wondering gazes down, a silence infinite.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO Ocean, travelling what uncertain shadowy reign<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSingst thou a song of sadness and a hampered strain?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo what vast problem hast thou found no answer yet?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith what sad doubt are thy steps burdened, pilgrim great?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith life and death what converse dost thou hold today?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat lyre has broken in thy hands? what pains dismay?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll darkness earth endures, all light that reaches life<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPour on my being, Ocean, from thy soul’s huge strife.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy soul too grows a trembling shadow mid these shades.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat hope is here or truth? What fear? What lie invades?<\/span><\/p>\n

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XXXIV<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

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\nIn this hushed evening on thy billows grey<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhere swells thy chant or whither flows today?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo what far dimness is revealed thy cry?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThou for my soul prepar’st what ministry?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe conch-shell’s sound for vesper worship blown<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIs now within my heart thy evening tone;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith frankincense as at a holy tide<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLike a dim temple I am purified.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDeep-souled and saved from passion and desire,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo whom then does thy solemn song aspire,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nVast worshipper? whose rites dost thou prepare?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTowards whom holdst thou my soul, a lamp of prayer?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat rhythmic hymn of power dost thou repeat?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInitiate me, Ocean calm, complete<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy heart of worship with thy mystic word:<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLet all my soul with one wide prayer be stirred.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n
\nXXXV<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nEvening has fallen upon the world; its fitting tone,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO sea, thy quiet bosom gives, making dim moan,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd that wide solemn murmur, passion’s ceasing flow,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBecomes a chant of silence for our souls their depths to know.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy garrulous waves have sunk to sleep upon thy breast,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe unquiet winds have been persuaded now to rest,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn heaven there is no moon nor star: void ancient space<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSettles on all things in its solemn measurelessness.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIs there no last desire left in thy mind today?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIs love then finished for thee? Has life done its play?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTherefore in this illusionless grey twilight lost<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThou plungest down into thyself, unmoved, untossed.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI too will veil myself within my being deep:<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThou when thy musing’s done, call me out of my sleep.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nXXXVI<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nThe great heavens have no voice, the world is lying still:<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThou too hast spoken no word awhile, O illimitable.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe evening rains down on thee its calm influences,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThou liest a motionless flood of purity and peace;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy song fallen silent in the first pale cave of night,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nKeeps thy heart secret, murmuring with dumb joy of light.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy petty house of pain and pleasure sinks unshaped<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn thy vast body by a tranced delight enwrapped:<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll Nature floats to thee like a lotus still and sweet,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd Death and Time have paused arrested at thy feet.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSome mighty Yogin keeps his posture on my breast,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCollected, unbreathing, mute, with lids of moveless rest.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe light of Him I have seen, Himself I reach not. O sea,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSilent I’ll wait; make me one formless soul with thee.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n
\nXXXVII<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nO by long prayer, by hard attempt have bloomed two flowers, thy eyes!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSwimming with adoration they possess the skies,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd from thy love-intoxicated hymns there start<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOn tossing waves these new sonatas of the heart.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHeaven falters with the frequent, deep and solemn sound,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe world is gazing as when the great Dance went round.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA horn is blown and cymbals clash upon the Void:<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSo deep a tabor never to earth’s music was allied.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe free winged winds of dawn in their ecstatic dance<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAre circling round my soul and seek it with their hands,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe cry of hymns of rapture in my soul’s abode<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHas entered, flowers of longing bloom from me towards God.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy heart is mad for God today. Though my heart’s bliss<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFind or not find, sink down or float, \u2014 this, only this!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO soul-fulfiller, O adorer, sing for ever<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNew chants! live still for God-love and divine endeavour.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nHere there is light, \u2014 is it darkness on thy farther shore?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThither my heart upon thy waters ferry o’er.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSomething there rings from that far space;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI know not what its strains express,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhether ’tis light that sings or darkness cries upon thy shore.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere will I go, my eyes shall see,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy soul shall hear unfalteringly<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnthems of light or strains of darkness on that farther shore.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe songs of this side all are known,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy heart has cherished every tone;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf these I’ll weave remembered garlands on thy far-off shore.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTake me, O mighty sea, across thy long dividing roar.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n
\nXXXIX<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nBurns on that other shore the mystic light<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat never was lit here by eve or dawn?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIs’t there, the song eternal, infinite,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNone ever heard from earthly instruments drawn?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSits there then any like myself who yearns<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThirsting for unknown touches on the soul?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIs’t there, the heart’s dream? unsurpassable burns<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy shadowy self we seek, there bright and whole?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy thirst is great, O mighty One! deep, deep<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe thirst is in my heart unsatisfied.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAh, drown me in thy dumb unfathomed sleep<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr carry to that ungrasped other side.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWill not my hope’s dream there be held at last?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy barren soul grow kingly, rich and vast?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThis shore and that shore, \u2014 I am tired, they pall.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhere thou art shoreless, take me from it all.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy spirit goes floating and can find oppressed<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn thy unbanked immensity only rest.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThick darkness falls upon my outer part,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA lonely stillness grips the labouring heart,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDumb weeping with no tears to ease the eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI am mad for thee, O king of mysteries.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHave I not sought thee on a million streams,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd wheresoever the voice of music dreams,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn wondrous lights and sealing shadows caught,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd every night and every day have sought?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPilot eternal, friend unknown embraced,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO, take me to thy shoreless self at last.<\/span><\/p>\n

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