Poems of Narad

The Garden I Left

Now I am gone and the rhododendron bells
Ring silently for none is there to turn
Whose heart is called to wonder mid the swells
Of grasses where the summer roses burn.

Hand in hand together then we grew
Closer than the lilacs in their sprays,
It seemed to me her earthly presence drew
Immortal joy as nectar of our days.

I live in sanctum of an Ashram's peace
Far from the spring that leaped through winter's arms
And ran towards autumn blazing in the trees,
Remembered summer with its drowsy charms

In contemplation at the season's end
And the honeyed paradise of Nature's dole:
I cannot say what future love shall tend
The garden I left to find my long-lost soul.