Rishikesh where the Ganges water flowed Swift and green and icy in morning light. I bathed in purifying waters, allowed My body to be immersed, the ancient rite
Of cleansing in the holiest of streams. And then I watched a man use dynamite As dead fish surfaced belly up, their screams Silent in the fast-approaching night.
We dined on lotus root and talked of God And walked upon the ancient sainted ground Where long the feet of solemn mystics trod And glimpses of eternal life abound.
The years that steal our memories away Cannot rescind those hallowed afternoons, The promise of a not-too-distant day When Phoenix shall ascend among our ruins.
Poems Undated (1727)
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