WILLOW DROPS. By RAM SHARMA. PART Ah me! what vision's this before mine eyes, Like a bright presence shining from above 2 It is thy radiant face, my sweet, I spy, Called up by the spiritualism of love 2 What, then, is absence? mere fancy, I wecn, Since thou art ever present in my heart; The' time and spaccbctween us intervene, I'd hold thee there as its most precious part. 3 A mystic spell, methinks, pervades my mind,- Thou fillest all the circumambient space; And Nature helps the deur deceit, I find, By bearing thy sweet image in her face. 4. 'Tis not the moon and stars that I behold'Tis not the glories of earth that I see; But namelcss beauties, graces all untold, Summed up in Small circumference in thee! 5 The baluny air is full of thce, my dear, but enhale thy breath in every breeze; Thy witching voice in every grove I hear, As music streams forth from the peopled tree 6 The virgin lily and the blushing rosc; The ripe red Aimba with its brilliant hue ; The lotus as in morning beam she glows ;- These only bring thy glories to my view. 7 And Oh the vision that still haunts muy sight! I see thee dove-like nestling in my breast, And in those moments joyous-happy-bright, When time we sped caressing and catest. I see thee sitting thro' the sultry hour Of noon-alone-unoped the scattered booksLike lovely Seeta in her prison bow'r- A perfect, statue glancing marble, looks 2 9 I see thee droop-I see thee pine away A flower canker-eaten in its pride; And yct, alas ! thy lips refuse to say The word that brings thy lover to thy side. Ο I see thee at eve, from thy casemcnt highAnoth(ʼr ev'ning star—kns lowely—f.ıir — Seeking, as thou went wont in days gone hy, lim who perchance no more may wander there. At thinc own shadow now I see thee start, Anon in bed I see thee restless lie; Is that a sigh now breaks out from thy heart & v. Is that a tear now glistens in thine eye ? 2 I haste-I fly with all a lover's speed, To soothe thy lab'ring bosom heaving high To kiss away the tear-drop from thy lid - But ah me! where art thou, and where am I ? 13 Lo, Recollection, like a wizard grim, Dissolves the magic shadows fast away Dissolves the vision-melts the fairy dream, And shows me to myself-castaway 4. Avaunt, ye idle dreams-Visions Vain Away. thou false mirage by Fancy wrought To deeeive my distracted, wild'ring brain With hopes that cheer, but soon resolve to nought S Now change the scene-What do my eyes survey Such living constancy as mine to thee? "Ah, no False girl, I see thee blithe some-gay With scarce a thought that fondly dwells on mae f 6 Blithe as the lark when morn appears in view Gay as the butterfly in summer grove - " ምቁo ஜ்ே the hopefull Phqeni, of a new, From out the ashes of thy former, love.
