Would that by Hindu magic we became Dark monks of jeweled India long ago, Sitting at Prince Siddartha's feet to know The foolishness of gold and love and station, The gospel of the Great Renunciation, The ragged cloak, the staff, the rain and sun, The beggar's life, with far Nirvana gleaming: Lord, make us Buddhas, dreaming. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADDRESS TO A HAGGIS by ROBERT BURNS AUTUMN AND SPRING by JULIA COOLEY ALTROCCHI SONNET TO THE HUNGARIAN NATION by MATTHEW ARNOLD EUMARES by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS A TRINITY OF MOTHERHOOD by FRED CLARE BALDWIN ELLEN BRINE OV ALLENBURN by WILLIAM BARNES THE STWONEN STEPS by WILLIAM BARNES A POEM, DEDICATED TO WILLIAM LAW, PROFESSOR OF PHILOSOPHY by ROBERT BLAIR |