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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE NIGHT BUILDS HER TEMPLE OF RAIN, by DHAN GOPAL MUKERJI Poet's Biography
Last Line: A prayer, a moan, a dim worship
Subject(s): Night
Last Line: A prayer, a moan, a dim worship
Subject(s): Night
The night builds her temple of rain:
In the forest a sobbing music
Played by the hands of darkness
On the scale of dark leaves.
No bird-song stirs the soul;
Nor the golden dawn-harmonies;
A cry, a shedding of tears,
A music of sable tonalities.
Truly, a temple of silence and sound,
A vibrant, and dim solitude,
A gray telling of black beads;
A prayer, a moan, a dim worship
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