WHY didst thou play thy matchless flute 'Neath the Kadamba tree, And wound my idly dreaming heart With poignant melody, So where thou goest I must go My flute-player with thee? Still must I like a homeless bird Wander, forsaking all The earthly loves and worldly lures That held my life in thrall, 'And follow, follow, answering Thy magical flute-call. To Indra's golden-flowering groves Where streams immortal flow, Or to sad Yama's silent Courts Engulfed in lampless woe, Where'er thy subtle flute I hear Belovèd I must go! No peril of the deep or height Shall daunt my wingèd foot; No fear of time-unconquered space, Or light untravelled route, Impede my heart that pants to drain The nectar of thy flute! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUNG BLOOD by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET SOLDIER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DISMAL MOMENT PASSING by CLARENCE MAJOR THE RAINY SEASON by CLARENCE MAJOR DAWN BEHIND NIGHT by ISAAC ROSENBERG TO W.P.: 3 by GEORGE SANTAYANA |