Dear My Beloved Poem by Sanat Kumar Banerjee
Dear My Beloved
Thru the light of the candle, thru' the tinkle of church bell,
Thru the whistle and rattle of the last night mail,
Thru the sound of siren from the harbour ships,
Thru the dream of my good night sleeps,
Thru the gusty wind from the western sea,
Thru the murmurs of the leaves of tree,
Shall I send and ever shall send,
To thou my love, O Lord, my Friend!
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