TAPAN Saren

I.
Spring had left a mellow yellow flower
In my grassy garden, over there:
With open eyes I did see
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The great bright star is not yet awake,
Still a heavenly light has lit up the sleeping earth.
A brisk wind ruffles the fresh spring leafage in mirth,
And the dawn chorus proclaims the daybreak.
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Till throbs my brittle heart
Will I love you, for I, faint I, am fastened to your pure love;
No cause is too fatal to keep our souls apart
And will love you untill I hear His call from above.
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I was glad—

Pleasant night offered me an opportunity
To explore the flamboyant city:
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Thickly the night is dark
And the breeze is slow;
My little puppy started to bark
And the fire-flies to glow.
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You are my Kismet— my Life-breath— my Dearest;
Knows Heaven love that brims my mortal Heart
Is dirtless, true; e'en though I leave to rest
In damp earth's dark breast, shan't my love depart.
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The veil of the night is lifted
And beyond the scarlet east
The cozy sun's rising his head.
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I.
The weary moon is bright and slow
Still burning the oil-lamp with a flame yellow
At the neighbour's ajar window.
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O April shower
Freshen the sick Nature,
Our old dirty village
And every weary creature.
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Again the extinguishing sun peeps through a thin cracked cloud,
The covenantal bow colours the wet heaven
And the soft plumage of the flying Egrets.
The sick leaves and drooped flowers are now enlivened by the freshening rain.
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The stars gleam faintly tonight,
And the night is slow,
The hiemal wind is dumb
And the channel runs on like a young roe.
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''How lovely Nature is'', said she ''I wonder!
Her secrets do bemuse me o'er again!
Can this mystery be solved by my small brain?
O can man, miserable man, grasp it ever?
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I.
'Twas the first merry day of the bright week.
The thickest darkness of the saddest nights
Dispersed into the new-born glimm'ring dawn.
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1.
A bluebird is the finest creation
In whom creation is finest.
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Last night
i dreamt of trees,
live green trees:
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Placid is the cloudland as a dried ocean
No more thrasonical is the fading sun,
Along the harvested fields
The enervated farmers homeward return
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Wake up, open the window and let the playful sunbeams
Kiss your gorgeous face and let the easy air
Brush your dishevelled hair.
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My lover speaks to me:

Come, my love; come with me, my darling.
The winter is gone; the rain stopped falling;
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