The Ashes of a God

by F. W. Bain

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

THE
ASHES OF A GOD

Hindu script

TRANSLATED FROM THE ORIGINAL MANUSCRIPT

BY

F. W. BAIN

Never descrying an End in his Infinite
Beats as he may little Bird in the Blue.
WÁMAN

WITH A FRONTISPIECE

METHUEN & CO. LTD. 36 ESSEX STREET W.C. LONDON

First Published in 1911

DEDICATED
to
One that is taken
and Two that are left