Above Imagination's Tower Poem by Subrata Ray

Night then turned not a damsel,
The day opened not his eye,
The sharing of light and shade,
Hang suspended on bridal bed.

My causeless horse with airy gallop,
Plucked you from the threshold of field,
And cried sweating in rebounding awe,
As you in the dome a Heaven build!

The hope-cultivated vistas vanished,
And Dreams stood unstirred as fays,
Lamps of no shapes faced luminous rays,
My groom felt doom at providence's bay.

What happened was horribly a horror,
I felt love above imagination's tower.