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omes and the hours of morn, Tapers die and the flowers all From the most feted altars: lorn And desolate is their odour. Midnight goes, but he watches still By each cold spire the moon sets fire, By every palm Whose silvery calm Pillar and jewelled porch pray under. Is it dawn that is breaking?... No, Only a star that falls in the sea, Only a wind-bell's louder flow Of praise to Lord Gautama. Faithless dawn! with illusive feet It comes too late to ease his fate. He sinks asleep A helpless heap, Tho for it he may never reach Nirvana. THE SHIPS OF THE SEA Into port when the sun was setting Rode the ship that bore my love, Over the breakers wildly fretting, Under the skies that shone above. Down to the beach I ran to meet him; He would come as he had said: And he came--in a sailor's coffin, Dead!... O the ships of the sea! the women They from all hope but Heaven part! The tide has nothing now to tell me, The breakers only break my heart! KINCHINJUNGA (_Which is the next highest of mountains_) I O white Priest of Eternity, around Whose lofty summit veiling clouds arise Of the earth's immemorial sacrifice To Brahma in whose breath all lives and dies; O Hierarch enrobed in timeless snows, First-born of Asia whose maternal throes Seem changed now to a million human woes, Holy thou art and still! Be so, nor sound One sigh of all the mystery in thee found. II For in this world too much is overclear, Immortal Ministrant to many lands, From whose ice-altars flow to fainting sands Rivers that each libation poured expands. Too much is known, O Ganges-giving sire; Thy people fathom life and find it dire, Thy people fathom death, and, in it, fire To live again, tho in Illusion's sphere, Behold concealed as Grief is in a tear. III Wherefore continue, still enshrined, thy rites, Tho dark Thibet, that dread ascetic, falls In strange austerity, whose trance appals, Before thee, and a suppliant on thee calls. Continue still thy silence high and sure, That something beyond fleeting may endure-- Something that shall forevermore allure Imagination on to mystic flights Wherein alone no wing of Evil lights. IV Yea, wrap thy awful gulfs and acolytes Of lifted granite round with reachless snows. Stand for Eternity while pilgrim rows Of all the nations envy thy repose. Ensheath thy swart sublimities, unscaled. Be that alone o
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