From Harper's Monthly
GRISHMA; OR THE SEASON OF HEAT
Translated from Kalidasa's 'Ritu Sanhâra'
With fierce noons beaming, moons of glory gleaming,
Full conduits streaming, where fair bathers lie,
With sunsets splendid, when the strong day, ended,
Melts into peace, like a tired lover's sigh--
So cometh summer nigh.
And nights of ebon blackness, laced with lustres
From starry clusters; courts of calm retreat,