Spring had left a mellow yellow flower
In my grassy garden, over there:
With open eyes I did see
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.
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.
I was glad—
Pleasant night offered me an opportunity
To explore the flamboyant city:
Thickly the night is dark
And the breeze is slow;
My little puppy started to bark
And the fire-flies to glow.
The veil of the night is lifted
And beyond the scarlet east
The cozy sun's rising his head.
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.
The weary moon is bright and slow
Still burning the oil-lamp with a flame yellow
At the neighbour's ajar window.
O April shower
Freshen the sick Nature,
Our old dirty village
And every weary creature.
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.