The Crescent Moon by Unknown
page 49 of 58 (84%)
page 49 of 58 (84%)
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On the straying moonbeams I shall steal over your bed, and lie
upon your bosom while you sleep. I shall become a dream, and through the little opening of your eyelids I shall slip into the depths of your sleep; and when you wake up and look round startled, like a twinkling firefly I shall flit out into the darkness. When, on the great festival of puja, the neighbours' children come and play about the house, I shall melt into the music of the flute and throb in your heart all day. Dear auntie will come with puja-presents and will ask, "Where is our baby, sister? Mother, you will tell her softly, "He is in the pupils of my eyes, he is in my body and in my soul." THE RECALL The night was dark when she went away, and they slept. The night is dark now, and I call for her, "Come back, my darling; the world is asleep; and no one would know, if you came for a moment while stars are gazing at stars." She went away when the trees were in bud and the spring was |
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