The Ashes of a God

Ah! wouldst thou then redream the love of yore? Bind on thy heart the wings of Memory, And hie thee to an unforgotten shore Across the sea.
O hie thee to the land, where, constant still, While golden distance hid the years to be, We watched the suns go down behind the hill Across the sea.
Now has our own Affection sunk to rest; Set is the Sun of love for thee and me, And rows of Clouds weep in the wild red West Across the sea.
BHÁRGAWA

Frontispiece

Hindu script
TRANSLATED FROM THE ORIGINAL MANUSCRIPT
F. W. BAIN
Never descrying an End in his Infinite Beats as he may little Bird in the Blue. WÁMAN
WITH A FRONTISPIECE