llow I will spring,
And with my green tresses
And bending body
Shall shelter secrecy-seeking lovers
That love for an hour,
As our twin hearts today.
Kiss then, with kisses of flame;
Touch me with rosy caresses;
Bury this, my hope, my dream,
And thy all-conquering love of me;
So the kiss-flowers may each be a dream!
May my willow be the vision of Eternal Spring.

[Footnote 2: Flowers full of perfume, abounding in Lower Bengal,
India.]

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COLOR-HARMONIES

Violet hills,
Rosy mist,
Limpid pool,
Golden notes from sunset's lute
For shadows
Draped in green
With purple feet
To dance and swim
Through irridescent undulatings.
Dusk descends;
Mauve cloudlets--
Dying butterflies--
Flit and fly and die
In the opalescent ocean of mist
That grows dark and still,
Kisses away the last gold
From the brow of the hills;
Till the coral crescent
With its wand of breeze
Makes silver ripple-music
On the pool's shadow-laden deeps.

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SANATAN

(THE ABSOLUTE)[3]

Our hopes that fail
Are but truths that set
To illumine other spirits on their pathway;
As our joys that come true
Are their far-off dreams,
That through the cadence of our life
Ring out their pent-up tunes.
Whatever dies--needs must live,
Whatever breathes doth die too;
But above death and life
Shines that High Light
Where all find rest,
Yet endlessly move.

[Footnote 3: The word _absolute_ is the synonym for the Sanskrit word
Sanatan, meaning _Eternal and Immutable Truth_.]

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COMING OF THE FOG

Killing the light,
Blurring the stars,
Marring the breeze--
Nature's many-stringed harp--

It comes
Silently, sinisterly,
Over the land, over the sea,
Spreading its beggar-raiment of brown.

Without stop, without sound,
Over the valley
Like a great serpent of silence
Coiling around the heart of sound.

A damp insidiousness
Creeps into the night;
A drab numbness sets in
Dripping in lugubrious drops
From the haggard fingers
Of the autumn trees.

It strangles the last sound,
It devours the last light,
Trembles in fear
To see its own visage;

It moves on, on, and around,
Ceaselessly, untiringly,
Till the black night is drowned