Classic poem of the day
AT D AWN
All night my heart its lonely vigil kept
Listening for thee, O Love. All night I wept.
Where went thy wanton footsteps wandering,
Sweet Ghanashyam, my King?
My bridal veils are flung upon the floor,
My bridal garlands drop across the door.
The buds that on my bed their fragrance spilt,
Grief-scattered, wane and wilt.
O Flute-player, how quickly dost thou tire
Of thine own gladness and thine own desire!
Couldst thou......
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He, lying cold, this lonely night Far from his home - some distant land, The soldier lad who came to fight. And marching tall, a-left, a-right, A Queen's cadet at her command, He, lying cold, this lonely night. He feared the day, as well he might, As his detachment made their stand, The soldier lad who came to fight. Then as the sky was rendered bright With shells a-plenty bursting fanned, He, lying cold, this lonely night. His battle raging at its height, There, midst the t......
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