Ah, ‘Love'! a lover's repeated mantra!
I see me mutter it, just now, very now,
sighing like a busy, burning furnace,
scrolling lines with aching, grieving woes.
...
I met that star, with my name on; I met
That twinkling star, a beacon, lovely one;
I met her in a hamlet—less spoiled—yet
We met when homeward sun his cart did run.
...
Meeting
Moon peeped
through the treetops,
tiptoed
to a window,
knocked softly
and hushed
to keep his promise.
‘Chuck, chuck, chuck, '
a gecko wished;
a bat dropped
an oozing mango
and flapped
from the backyard;
a curlew
screamed a welcome note;
a door creaked open,
and they
shadowed the moon.