I want my eyes to meet Thine
I want to see Thy beauty to shine,
It would perhaps be on a morning fine
Amidst the grove of Himalayan Pine.
I want the snow to drench Us shivering
I want to feel Thy warmth through chattering,
I would perhaps offer to hold her once only
Amidst the silence, if You fall to make folly!
O there She would with sparking swiftness,
I, among the millions, would only to witness,
My eyes would fill my aching heart and soul
I would forget the nostalgic blasted baul...
O, at last, I would lose my flying love sure,
Stretching her wings, She would be rosy pure!
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