IN SALUTATION TO THE ETERNAL PEACE
by: Sarojini Naidu (1879-1949)
- EN say the
world is full of fear and hate,
- And all lifes ripening harvest-fields await
- The restless sickle of relentless fate.
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- But I, sweet Soul, rejoice that I was born,
- When from the climbing terraces of corn
- I watch the golden orioles of Thy morn.
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- What care I for the worlds desire and pride,
- Who know the silver wings that gleam and glide,
- The homing pigeons of Thine eventide?
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- What care I for the worlds loud weariness,
- Who dream in twilight granaries Thou dost bless
- With delicate sheaves of mellow silences?
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- Say, shall I heed dull presages of doom,
- Or dread the rumoured loneliness and gloom,
- The mute and mythic terror of the tomb?
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- For my glad heart is drunk and drenched with Thee,
- O inmost wine of living ecstasy!
- O intimate essence of eternity!
"In Salutation to the Eternal
Peace" is reprinted from The Oxford Book of English Mystical
Verse. Ed. Nicholson & Lee. Oxford: The Clarendon Press,
1917. |
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