In the Moonlight If now must pause the bullocks’ jingling tune, Here let it be beneath the dreaming trees Supine and huge that hang upon the breeze, Here in the wide eye of the silent moon. How living a stillness reigns! The night’s hushed rules All things obey but three, the slow wind’s sigh Among the leaves, the cricket’s ceaseless cry, The frog’s harsh discord in the ringing pools. Yet they but seem the silence to increase And dreadful wideness of the inhuman night. The whole hushed world immeasurable might Be watching round this single spot of peace. So boundless is the darkness and so rife With th

Who art thou that camest Who art thou that earnest Bearing the occult Name, Wings of regal darkness Eyes of an unborn flame? Like the august uprising Of a forgotten sun Out of the caverned midnight Fire-trails of wonder run. Captured the heart renouncing Tautness of passion-worn strings Allows the wide-wayed sweetness Of free supernal things. One Day THE LITTLE MORE One day, and all the half-dead is done, One day, and all the unborn begun; A little path and the great goal, A touch that brings the divine whole. Hill after hill was climbed and now, Behold, the last tr

Kamadeva When in the heart of the valleys and hid by the roses The sweet Love lies, Has he wings to rise to his heavens or in the closes Lives and dies? On the peaks of the radiant mountains if we should meet him Proud and free, Will he not frown on the valleys? Would it befit him Chained to be? Will you then speak of the one as a slave and a wanton, The other too bare? But God is the only slave and the only monarch We declare. It is God who is Love and a boy and a slave for our passion He was made to serve; It is God who is free and proud and the limitless tyrant Our souls deserve.

Lines on Ireland 1896 After six hundred years did Fate intend Her perfect perseverance thus should end? So many years she strove, so many years, Enduring toil, enduring bitter tears, She waged religious war, with sword and song Insurgent against Fate and numbers, strong To inflict as to sustain; her weak estate Could not conceal the goddess in her gait; Goddess her mood. Therefore that light was she In whom races of weaker destiny Their beauteous image of rebellion saw; Treason could not unnerve, violence o’erawe— A mirror to enslavèd nations, never O’ercome, though in the field defeated ever. O mutability of human merit! How changed, ho

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