Manmohan Ghose

Thou who hast follow'd far with eyes of love The shy and virgin sights of Spring to-day, Sad soul, what dost thou in this happy grove?

Over thy head, in joyful wanderings Through heaven's wide spaces, free, Birds fly with music in their wings;

Now lonely is the wood: No flower now lingers, none! The virgin sisterhood

Raymond. Dearest, that sit'st in dreams, Through the window look, this way.

'Tis my twentieth year: dim, now, youth stretches behind me; Breaking fresh at my feet, lies, like an ocean, the world. And despised seem, now, those quiet fields I have travell'd: