In an unknown limbo of the soul I wait And tread the daily wheel of work and sleep, The busy hum of mind is dulled of late For in my heart a memory I keep
Of golden limbs that clasped my spirit close And eyes divine, pools of radiance, A smile that from her inner being rose From founts of love to bless me with each glance.
I live alone apart from want or need And call upon the Grace that guides my days To fan this aspiration's flame, the seed Of silence nourish with protecting rays
That I may hymn the poetry of praise And walk again the fields where Krishna plays.
Poems Undated (1727)
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