When I go from hence

fashioned by the traders in words. Tired I shut the book andsnuffed the candle. In a moment the room was flooded withmoonlight.Spirit of Beauty, how could you, whose radiance overbrims thesky, stand hidden behind a candle’s tiny flame? How could a fewvain words from a book rise like a mist, and veil her whose voicehas…

chance joy, which like a sudden wonder of sunset illumines, yetelude.For lover’s gift is shy, it never tells its name, it flitsacross the shade, spreading a shiver of joy along the dust.Overtake it or miss it for ever. But a gift that can begrasped is merely a frail flower, or a lamp with flame that…

Languor was still upon the eyesof the dawn, and the dew in the air.The lazy smell of the damp grasshung in the thin mist above the earth.Under the banyan tree you weremilking the cow with your hands,tender and fresh as butter.And I was standing still.I did not say a word. It was thebird that sang…

little child.How should you know how dear he can be when you try to weighhis merits against his faults?When I must punish him he becomes all the more a part of mybeing.When I cause his tears to come my heart weeps with him.I alone have a right to blame and punish, for he only maychastise…

from the village near by.It was noon. The children’s playtime was over; the ducks inthe pond were silent.The shepherd boy lay asleep under the shadow of the banyantree.The crane stood grave and still in the swamp near the mangogrove.In the meanwhile the Sleep-stealer came and, snatching sleepfrom baby’s eyes, flew away.When mother came back she…

like the longings of the earth,stand a-tiptoe to peep at the heaven.42YOU smiled and talked to me of nothingand I felt that for this I had been waiting long.43THE fish in the water is silent,the animal on the earth is noisy,the bird in the air is singing,But Man has in himthe silence of the sea,the…