WHY didst thou play thy matchless flute 'Neath the Kadamba tree, And wound my idly dreaming heart With poignant melody, So where thou goest I must go My flute-player with thee? Still must I like a homeless bird Wander, forsaking all The earthly loves and worldly lures That held my life in thrall, 'And follow, follow, answering Thy magical flute-call. To Indra's golden-flowering groves Where streams immortal flow, Or to sad Yama's silent Courts Engulfed in lampless woe, Where'er thy subtle flute I hear Belovèd I must go! No peril of the deep or height Shall daunt my wingèd foot; No fear of time-unconquered space, Or light untravelled route, Impede my heart that pants to drain The nectar of thy flute! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MEMORY by HAYDEN CARRUTH WHEN by SARAH CHAUNCEY WOOLSEY THE FLIGHT OF THE GODDESS by CELIA THAXTER MARIZIBILL by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 4 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TO A SON OF EROS by LEE CARLTON BROWER VERSES ON CLERGY PREACHING POLITICS by JOHN BYROM |