O Siva! Beat my soul like a rug Spread on the grass, Struck by tough saplings, Till it wrinkles and writhes, And the dust rises, Blown off by the wind. So make my soul clean, Yes, soft for thy feet, O Siva! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TUFT OF KELP by HERMAN MELVILLE THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER by ALEXANDER POPE THE THREAD OF LIFE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE SPELL OF THE YUKON by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 28 by ALFRED TENNYSON TO THE SHIP OF STATE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |