What wakes in vision are truths we cannot see When mind is occupied with worldly things And dreams are visions too but once removed, Those hidden glimpses of eternity.
The sunlight bathes my soul in lambent rays, The forests call me to their dense retreat, The morning sings to me its hymn of praise And earth's green swards beckon my pilgrim feet.
Of earth's demand for beauty I am moved And perfection latent in all descended here, And from some inner eye the golden-hooved Stallion bears the flaming Kalki near.
Peace comes on me as a Mother's gentle hand, An inner rapture steals the heart to bliss I suffer beauty to transform the self And wait in silence for the Lover's kiss.
Poems Undated (1727)
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