The sun's golden spear...

By Dhan Gopal Mukerji

The sun's golden spear,

The violet cloud writhing in pain;

Golden the tint of the sky,

The tall trees wave their green-gold hair.

Music of this hour!

The zephyr's perfume-laden argosy

Drifts with the song of lutes

Down the sunset-stream that falls from heaven's bower.

Another flow of light,

Tinkling like the intangible bells of paradise,

Flows out of my heart

Into the mysterious love-perfumed ocean of night.