  I see as in a pale mirage The palm that o'er you sways, The waters of the Jumna wan are beating. One pearl-cloud, like a far-off Taj, A dome of grief betrays— Its beauty as was yours will be too fleeting! The world is wider than I knew Now that your face is gone! While you were here no destiny seemed boundless. So I am lost and find no clue To any dusk or dawn! Life has become a quest decayed and groundless. Come back! come back or let me find The jungle leads at last O somewhere I again must wind My arms about you, cast Into one word my love all unabated! |
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