By the sea of sleep walks white-robed Night...

By Dhan Gopal Mukerji

By the sea of sleep walks white-robed Night;

The breeze but the faint rustle of her drapery

That calls the mist-made bark of dream

From the cavern of the Unknown to sail to us,

Laden with endless star-like fancies.

And She! the magician, walks on and on

Over the sapphire embankment of the sky

Like a moving magnet drawing behind her a million dream-argosies.