Govinda Krishna Chettur Poems

Dearest, and yet more dear than I can tell
In these poor halting rhymes, when, word by word,
You spell the passion that your beauty stirred
Swiftly to flame, and holds me as a spell,
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Here, by this pool, where herons stand and wait,
In quietness I cannot imitate:
Where Dawn and Sunset fling with reckless hand
A bounty that I cannot understand
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You are the Rose of me,
In you have I lost myself utterly,
Your fragrance, as a breath from Paradise,
About me ever lies;
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Lord of unnumbered hopes, unnumbered prayers,
Immaculate dream, unknown, unknowable
To mortal sense save dimly through the spell
Of earth's delights and quickening despairs
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I cast the Net of Memory,
Man's torment and delight,
Over the level Sands of Youth
That lay serenely bright,
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'Tis eight miles out, and eight miles in,
Just at the break of morn.
'Tis ice without and flame within,
To gain a kiss at dawn!
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How lovely the land lies beneath the moon!
Fairer a hundred times than Love or Life;
Fairer than Death, the end of mortal strife!
Now, langorous as lilies in the noon,
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"How shall I worship you, O mountains, mountains
I, in whose presence, seem a thing reborn,
Whose deep tree-shadowed vales and springing fountain.
Preserve the freshness of perpetual morn?
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If absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Sweet, my love, I wish you gone;
For I shall love you better, yonder,
If absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Cheer up, sweet, what makes you ponder?
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comes, soon or late,
With pace unhurried, to the appointed door,
Slips in the key, draws back the bolts and bars,
And strong or steadfast, weak or passionate,
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