Which thy loved hands have strewn around the door—
A frequent offering to our household gods.”
THE KING AND SAKOONTALÂ’S PORTRAIT.
“My finger, burning with the glow of love,
Has left its impress on the painted tablet;
While here and there, alas! a scalding tear
Has fallen on the cheek and dimmed its brightness.
Go fetch the brush that I may finish it.
A sweet Sirisha blossom should be twined
Behind her ear, its perfumed crest depending