STILL in the moonlight gleam Hima¯layan snows, The sacred Ta¯j with pearly radiance glows Between her towers and cypress sentinels, And still the Jumna to the Ganges flows. The orange garden scents the evening breeze, The same grey squirrels haunt the tamarind trees, And where white oxen work the creaking wells About the oleanders hum the bees. Still in the gha¯ts the funeral fires are red, The city echoes where the bridegrooms wed, And women plait the wreaths of marigold, And pour the nard and balsam on the head. And still, Ra¯m Li¯la, still I keep my pain, And all the sounds and scents of earth are vain Till kisses ripen on a dead man's lips, And till a tongue of ashes speaks again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG FROM THE COPTIC by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE POOR [OR, COCK] ROBIN by MOTHER GOOSE FOR MY OWN TOMBSTONE by MATTHEW PRIOR A JEWISH FAMILY; IN A SMALL VALLEY OPPOSITE ST. GOAR by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH UNSUNG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MYSELF by HARRIET ELLEN (GRANNIS) AREY ON CYNTHIA, SINGING A RECITATIVE PIECE OF MUSIC by PHILIP AYRES |