Scan 35

Songs of my violin, 1901

18 lines. Read by computer on 3 September 2026. No printed page number was found. See the scan on archive.org.

1IX.

3So night by night the lover came and passed,

4Till from despair at last

5The broken-hearted flower drooped and died.

6And when the moon that night beheld her dead,

7A circle round him spread—

8A wreath of light moon-woven for his bride.

10X.

12Then as he mourned in sadness down the skies,

13A lotus seemed to rise

14From everything his misty moonbeams met;

15The idols held it in their hands of stone,

16And like a wraith it shone

17From every pillared fane and minaret.

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