He looks at me and I at him And the heart is charged with ecstasy. As he flies from limb to golden limb The air is signed with poetry.
Surveying the shallow pools below, He dives a bolt of flashing blue And all my soul retains the glow Ethereal of feathered hue
That rises up a coloured prayer As once such beauty filled the skies And melodies upon the air Were heard in halls of paradise;
Orpheus on his singing lute Caressed the softly yielding strings As Krishna played upon His flute A music of diviner things.
Poems Undated (1727)
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