Take this किस upon the brow !
And, in parting from आप now,
Thus much let me avow
आप are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream,
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, या in a day,
In a vision, या in none,
Is it therefore the less gone ?
All that we see या seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few ! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep while I weep!
O God ! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp ?
O God ! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave ?
Is all that we see या seem
But a dream within a dream ?
She Walks in Beauty 1814
"She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy दिन denies.
One shade the more, one रे the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
या softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A दिल whose प्यार is innocent!"
