THE sun, the moon, the mystic planets seven, Shone with a purer and serener flame, And there was joy on Earth and joy in Heaven When Camadeva came. The blossoms burst, like jewels of the air, Putting the colors of the morn to shame; Breathing their odorous secrets everywhere When Camadeva came. The birds, upon the tufted tamarind spray, Sat side by side and cooed in amorous blame; The lion sheathed his claws and left his prey When Camadeva came. The sea slept, pillowed on the happy shore; The mountain-peaks were bathed in rosy flame; The clouds went down the sky, -- to mount no more When Camadeva came. The hearts of all men brightened like the morn; The poet's harp then first deserved its fame, For rapture sweeter than he sang was born When Camadeva came. All breathing life a newer spirit quaffed, A second life, a bliss beyond a name, And Death, half-conquered, dropped his idle shaft When Camadeva came. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER DAYS by WATHEN MARK WILKS CALL THE OLD MAN'S COMFORTS AND HOW HE GAINED THEM by ROBERT SOUTHEY LILIES: 7. BEHIND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) GREAT BRITTAINES SUNNES-SET by WILLIAM BASSE MANCHESTER BY NIGHT by MATHILDE BLIND THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: ANTARA by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |