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XI am silent. I wait in you the
carte burns that light of faith
They think great thoughts, and
Villagers, pour voice of vision. ted beneath the tree 46 night
attempt impomible tasks. They Gandhari : (with hond bent for falt; whisper together of the
laugh at words like food and ward, eyes fixed and unseeing.
death. They too lightly wide coming again of Rama. She is at first silent, then her
The the notion of defent. To the
pensant, driving the oxen at the voice rides gradually, in a low,
heroes, thoy say, whether victory plough, muttera "Ram" "Ram" plaintive chant).
or defeat is only a question of with every sigh. And listen Dreams! Dreams! The past
the fortunes of war. Today listen I what is the word I hear! this. is hidden like dream, beneath
To-morrow that. The Dharma Dharma ! Joto lights are brighter. The music the clouds of time. Gone is the Dharma! Ah, Joto Dharma age of our sorrow,
grows louder. Ah, good in my Gone is the
atoto Joyha! Stolo Joyhu,indeed, kihgdom of Yudisthira. Grest Now, now I see! .
ears sounds the clang of shields
. . I are the changes on the earth we see the battle of the souls. How
And weapons, and the laughter loved. The play has grown sad. many lights rise upwards and
of the heroes! How gay and The players are old, and bent, are lost in God! Again awake
bright grows the play! Ah Hus
band and King, how firm is my And weary. The music is now
the sounds of action among the faith! Arise, let us go forth 20 low that I can scarcely hear it. players. Again take place the
upon the stage. Juta Dharma The Lokhi puja is feeble and great renunciations. Men are soto Joyha. small . . . Yet still I 800,,
become strenuous once more. CHITRANGADA.
"Muso not again, beloved Chitrangada,
Alone beside the window looking out In Manipur upon her orient hills
On the half-formed wepect and shape of things Chitrangada beheld intending dawn
Before sunlight was made. For God still keeps Gaze coldly in. She understood the call.
Near to a paler world the hour ore dawn The silence and imperfect pallor passed
And one who looks out from the happy, warm Into her heart and in herself she grow
And mortal limit of mankind that live Prescient of grey realitiesRising,
Enhoused, defended by companionship She gazed afraid into the opening world.
With walls and limitations, is outdrawn Then Urjoon, folt his mighty clasp a void
To datelest memories he cannot grasp Empty of her he loved and, through the grey
And infinite yearnings without form, until Uowilling darkness that disclosed her face,
Thosense of an original vastness grows, Sought out Chitrangaula." Why dost thou stand
Euty of joyous detail, desolate, In the grey light, like one from joy cut down?
In labour of a wide and unfinished world. O thou whose bliss is sure. Leave that
Look not into that solemn silence ! Rather grey space,
Protect thyself with joy, take in my arms Coine hither." So she came and leaning down,
Refuge from the grey summons and dofend With that strange sorrow in her oyer, replied:
Thy sout until God riscs with the sun. Great, doubtless, is thy love, thy very sleep
Priendly to mortals in the living sun's Impatient of this brief divorce. And yet
Great brilliant light, friendly the cheerful noise
Of earth rising to her verious tasks How easily that void will soon be filled!
And myriad hopes. But this grey bour was born For thon wilt run thy splendid fiery race Through cities and through regions like a star.
For the ascotic in hie silent CAVO Men's worship, women's hearts inevitably
And for the dying man whose heart released
Loonon ita vibrunt strings." She answered Will turn to follow for, as the planete nove Unbidden round the sun. Thou wilt accept
him i thern,
"Near to the quiet truth of things we stand Careless in thy heroic strength and beauty,
In this grey moment. Neither happy light And smile securely kind, even as a God
Nor joyful sound deceives the listening heart, Might draw an earthly maiden to his armus
Nor Night inarma, the Mother brooding.vant, And inarry his inmortal mouth to hors.
To comfort us with aleep. It helps me not Then wilt thy destiny seize thue, thou will pas
To bind thee for a moment to my joy. Like a great light in heaven and leave behind .
The impalae of thy mighty life will come Only a nemory of force and fre:
Upon thee like a wind and drive thee forth No lesser occupation can for ever
To toil and battle and disastrous deoda Keep thee, O hero, hors terrestrial birth
And all the giant anguish that prenerven Heaven fostered with her ned. --for what but this
Our world. Thot as rexistlessly wast born To fill thy soul with battlo, ani annat
To theko things as the leopard sloek to strength Minfortunos apd majentic barto embrace
And beauty and fierceness, us rewiwtlonuly And joys to their own nature oratod. Laist.
As women are to love,-even though they know Empiro ahal moet toe on some mighty Belt
Pain for the end, yet, knowing, still must love. Dispating them with death. Thou art pos our
Ah, quickly pass! Why shouldet thuu linger here More than the wind, that lingers for a while : 1 Vainly How will it serve God's purpose in the To toqgh our hair, the phone to its bone
To tarry soothing for her transient hour And Urjoon silently arrowing her,
1 Xerely a woman's heart, meanwhile perhape
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