1. To destroy. 2. A venomous reptile inhabiting the East Indies. 3. The bleak. 4. Little wheels. 5. Comely. 6. A friend. 7. An Arabian prince, military commander and governor of a conquered province. 8. Drives together (_Obs._).
Palm tree boughs are lacing Through which the moonlight steals, And bathes the spot like silver Where India's daughter kneels Her white robes round her falling Her hair as black as night Has its coil of richest rubies Like a crown of crimson light.
A lamp on the shining water It is a simple test, Does he _prime_ live, her lover-- Lone star on the river's breast? See it nears the turning Now it's rocking to and fro In a splash, like liquid silver, Then it flickers and grows low.
India's white-robed maiden Clasps her hands so tight Her face grows pale with anguish, _Fine_ brighter grows the light, Then on through the lily masses, Like a spark amid the blue, Floating safely onward-- Floating slowly from her view
1. A small cask. 2. A genus of climbing shrubs. 3. A kind of cover for the finger. 4. Exemption from oblivion. 5. To dye. 6. Images. 7. A genus of acanthopterygious fishes. 8. A house whose walls are composed of logs. 9. General figure. 10. To stir. 11. One who mingles. 12. A surgeon's instrument for scraping bones. 13. To plow.
Edith, dear, do you not recall How we stood long years ago 2, 1, the bridge, one cold, bleak _all_ Looking at the pool below?
How we watched the dry leaves sailing, 2, 3, 4, 8 its cold breast While the breeze was softly wailing, As it bore them to their rest?
How you wondered, were they happy Now their life was 2, 8, 4 _last?_ How can they 6 and 7 happy When their summer life is past?
Ah! the years have fallen round me Since we stood beside the stream And I have shown the hopes that found me Then to earth were but a dream.
Oh, were you and I together On that bridge, once 5, 2, 8, 4 I would give a different answer, Than I did in days of yore
I would tell of summers fading-- How the sun must set at night And of all the thick mists shading, Sun and summer from the sight
I would tell of that deep yearning Springing from the fading years For a sun that has no turning-- For a life that has no tears
Yes! those little leaves that we recall, Drifting on the streamlet's breast They were glad, that bleak and chill _all_-- They were glad for they had rest.