Euphrosyne Child of the infant years, Euphrosyne, Bird of my boyhood, youth’s blithe deity! If I have hymned thee not with lyric phrase, Preferring Eros or Aglaia’s praise, Frown not, thou lovely spirit, leave me not. Man worships the ungrasped. His vagrant thought Still busy with the illimitable void Lives all the time by little things upbuoyed Which he contemns; the wife unsung remains Sharing his pleasures, taking half his pains, While to dream faces mounts the poet’s song. Yet she makes not their lyric light her wrong, Knowing her homely eyes his sorrow’s star Smiles at the eclipsing brow untouched by care. Con

Uloupie CANTO I Under the high and gloomy eastern hills The portals of Patala are and there The Bhogavathie with her sinuous waves Rises, a river alien to the sun, And often to its strange and gleaming sands Uloupie came, weary of those dim shades And great disastrous caverns neighbouring Hell, Avid of sunlight. Through the grasses long She glided and her fierce and gorgeous hood Gleamed with a perilous beauty and a light Above the green spikes of the grass; often In the slow sinuous waters she was spied Swimming, with mystic dusky hair and cheeks That had no rose, - one shoulder's dipping glow

Cosmic Consciousness I have wrapped the wide world in my wider self And Time and Space my spirit’s seeing are. I am the god and demon, ghost and elf, I am the wind’s speed and the blazing star. All Nature is the nursling of my care, I am its struggle and the eternal rest; The world’s joy thrilling runs through me, I bear The sorrow of millions in my lonely breast. I have learned a close identity with all, Yet am by nothing bound that I become; Carrying in me the universe’s call I mount to my imperishable home. I pass beyond Time and life on measureless wings, Yet still am one with born and unborn things.

Bride of the Fire Bride of the Fire, clasp me now close, - Bride of the Fire! I have shed the bloom of the earthly rose, I have slain desire. Beauty of the Light, surround my life, - Beauty of the Light! I have sacrificed longing and parted from grief, I can bear thy delight. Image of ecstasy, thrill and enlace, - Image of bliss! I would see only thy marvellous face, Feel only thy kiss. Voice of Infinity, sound in my heart, - Call of the One! Stamp there thy radiance, never to part, O living sun. Page-103

Hail to the Fallen Hail to the fallen, the fearless! hail to the conquered, the noble! I out of ancient India great and unhappy and deathless, I in a loftiest(tentative reading) nation though subject born, salute thee, Thou too great and unfortunate! All is not given by Nature Only to Force and the strong and the violent. Courage and wisdom, Steadfast will and the calm magnificent dream of thy spirit Crown thee for ever, 0 Emperor! Fiercely by Destiny broken, Hurled (cast) from thy throne and defeated, forsaken, a wandering exile, Far from the hills of thy land and thy fallen and vanquished nation, Yet has thy glory overtopped and the deathless pride of thy la

Rebirth Not soon is God’s delight in us completed, Nor with one life we end; Termlessly in us are our spirits seated And termless joy intend. Our souls and heaven are of an equal stature And have a dateless birth; The unending seed, the infinite mould of Nature, They were not made on earth, Nor to the earth do they bequeath their ashes, But in themselves they last. An endless future brims beneath thy lashes, Child of an endless past. Old memories come to us, old dreams invade us, Lost people we have known, Fictions and pictures; but their frames evade us, – They stand out bare, alone. Yet all we dream and hope

Kama (According to one idea Desire is the creator and sustainer of things, - Desire and Ignorance . By losing desire one passes beyond the Ignorance, as by passing beyond Ignorance one loses desire; then the created world is surpassed and the soul enters into the Divine Reality. Kama here speaks as Desire the Creator, an outgoing power from the Bliss of the Divine Reality to which, abandoning desire, one returns, ānandam brahmano vidvān, possessing the bliss of the Brahman.) O desolations vast, O seas of space Unpeopled, realms of an unfertile light, Grow multitudinous with living forms, Enamoured of desire! I send My breath In

III LONGER POEMS THE VIGIL OF THALIARD August 1891 - April 1892 The Vigil of Thaliard 1 Where Time a sleeping dervish is Or printed legend of Romance Mid lilies and mid gold-roses Of mediaeval France, Where Life, a princely servitor Mid alien faces cast, Still wears in memory of her The trappings of the Past, Sweet Lily’s child, that golden grape Girl prince of Avelion, Thaliard by early plucking hap Star-reaching Prince’s son, Kept vigil by the impious pool Beyond the misty moaning sea To win from warlock’s weird misrule His soul’s sweet liberty.

O Coil, Coil O coil, honied envoy of the spring, Cease thy too happy voice, grief's record, cease: For I recall that day of vernal trees, The soft asoca’s bloom, the laden winds And green felicity of leaves, the hush, The sense of Nature living in the woods. Only the river rippled, only hummed The languid murmuring bee, far-borne and slow, Emparadised in odours, only used The ringdove his divine heart-moving speech; But sweetest to my pleased and singing heart Thy voice, O coil, in the peepel tree. O me! for pleasure turned to bitterest tears! O me! for the swift joy, too great to live, That only bloomed one hour! O wondrous

ILION An Epic in Quantitative Hexameters BOOK ONE The Book of the Herald Dawn in her journey eternal compelling the labour of mortals, Dawn the beginner of things with the night for their rest or their ending, Pallid and bright-lipped arrived from the mists and the chill of the Euxine. Earth in the dawn-fire delivered from starry and shadowy vastness Woke to the wonder of life and its passion and sorrow and beauty, All on her bosom sustaining, the patient compassionate Mother. Out of the formless vision of Night with its look on things hidden Given to the gaze of the azure she lay in her garment of greenness, Wearing light on her b