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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537032" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Anashuya And Vijaya</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A little Indian temple in the Golden Age. Around it a garden;<br>around that the forest. Anashuya, the young priestess, kneelinq<br>within the temple.<br>Anashuya. Send peace on all the lands and flickering<br>corn. --<br>O, may tranquillity walk by his elbow<br>When wandering in the forest, if he love<br>No other. -- Hear, and may the indolent flocks<br>Be plentiful. -- And if he love another,<br>May panthers end him. -- Hear, and load our king<br>With wisdom hour by hour. -- May we two stand,<br>When we are dead, beyond the setting suns,<br>A little from the other shades apart,<br>With mingling hair, and play upon one lute.<br>Vijaya [entering and throwing a lily at her]. Hail! hail, my<br>Anashuya.<br>Anashuya. No: be still.<br>I, priestess of this temple, offer up<br>prayers for the land.<br>Vijaya. I will wait here, Amrita.<br>Anashuya. By mighty Brahma's ever-rustling robe,<br>Who is Amrita? Sorrow of all sorrows!<br>Another fills your mind.<br>Vijaya. My mother's name.<br>Anashuya [sings, coming out of the temple].<br>A sad, sad thought went by me slowly:<br>Sigh, O you little stars.! O sigh and shake your blue<br>apparel.!<br>The sad, sad thought has gone from me now wholly:<br>Sing, O you little stars.! O sing and raise your rapturous<br>carol<br>To mighty Brahma, be who made you many as the sands,<br>And laid you on the gates of evening with his quiet hands.<br>(Sits down on the steps of the temple.j<br>Vijaya, I have brought my evening rice;<br>The sun has laid his chin on the grey wood,<br>Weary, with all his poppies gathered round him.<br>Vijaya. The hour when Kama, full of sleepy laughter,<br>Rises, and showers abroad his fragrant arrows,<br>Piercing the twilight with their murmuring barbs.<br>Anashuya. See-how the sacred old flamingoes come.<br>Painting with shadow all the marble steps:<br>Aged and wise, they seek their wonted perches<br>Within the temple, devious walking, made<br>To wander by their melancholy minds.<br>Yon tall one eyes my supper; chase him away,<br>Far, far away. I named him after you.<br>He is a famous fisher; hour by hour<br>He ruffles with his bill the minnowed streams.<br>Ah! there he snaps my rice. I told you so.<br>Now cuff him off. He's off! A kiss for you,<br>Because you saved my rice. Have you no thanks?<br>Vijaya [sings]. Sing you of her, O first few stars,<br>Whom Brahma, touching with his finger, praises, for you<br>hold<br>The van of wandering quiet; ere you be too calm and old,<br>Sing, turning in your cars,<br>Sing, till you raise your hands and sigh, and from your car-<br>heads peer,<br>With all your whirling hair, and drop many an azure tear.<br>Anashuya. What know the pilots of the stars of tears?<br>Vijaya. Their faces are all worn, and in their eyes<br>Flashes the fire of sadness, for they see<br>The icicles that famish all the North,<br>Where men lie frozen in the glimmering snow;<br>And in the flaming forests cower the lion<br>And lioness, with all their whimpering cubs;<br>And, ever pacing on the verge of things,<br>The phantom, Beauty, in a mist of tears;<br>While we alone have round us woven woods,<br>And feel the softness of each other's hand,<br>Amrita, while -- -<br>Anashuya [going away from him].<br>Ah me! you love another,<br>[Bursting into tears.]<br>And may some sudden dreadful ill befall her!<br>Vijaya. I loved another; now I love no other.<br>Among the mouldering of ancient woods<br>You live, and on the village border she,<br>With her old father the blind wood-cutter;<br>I saw her standing in her door but now.<br>Anashuya. Vijaya, swear to love her never more.<br>Vijaya. Ay, ay.<br>Anashuya. Swear by the parents of the gods,<br>Dread oath, who dwell on sacred Himalay,<br>On the far Golden peak; enormous shapes,<br>Who still were old when the great sea was young;<br>On their vast faces mystery and dreams;<br>Their hair along the mountains rolled and filled<br>From year to year by the unnumbered nests<br>Of aweless birds, and round their stirless feet<br>The joyous flocks of deer and antelope,<br>Who never hear the unforgiving hound.<br>Swear!<br>Vijaya. By the parents of the gods, I swear.<br>Anashuya [sings]. I have forgiven, O new star!<br>Maybe you have not heard of us, you have come forth so<br>newly,<br>You hunter of the fields afar!<br>Ah, you will know my loved one by his hunter's arrows<br>truly,<br>Shoot on him shafts of quietness, that he may ever keep<br>A lonely laughter, and may kiss his hands to me in sleep.<br>Farewell, Vijaya. Nay, no word, no word;<br>I, priestess of this temple, offer up<br>Prayers for the land.<br>[Vijaya goes.]<br>O Brahma, guard in sleep<br>The merry lambs and the complacent kine,<br>The flies below the leaves, and the young mice<br>In the tree roots, and all the sacred flocks<br>Of red flamingoes; and my love, Vijaya;<br>And may no restless fay with fidget finger<br>Trouble his sleeping: give him dreams of me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Butler+Yeats">William Butler Yeats</a><div class=q>
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