Tagore, Joteendro Mohun; Saur¯ındramohana Ṭhākura [Editor]: Flights of fancy in prose and verse (Calcutta, 1881)

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But past and gone are those sweet days,

And all our joys are o'er;
Thy songs but sad remembrance raise,

Oh! sing thy lays no more, sweet bird !
Oh ! sing thy lays no more !

STANZAS FOR MUSIC.

At midnight meet me, dear my love !
When sweet the moonbeam from above

So gently revealeth

The fountain that stealeth
In murm'ring maze through yonder grove ;
When trees extend their chequered shade,

And sweet the KoMls sing,
When Zephyrs cool from opening buds

Ambrosial fragrance fling.

Dear love ! all idle fears dismiss,
And meet me at that hour of bliss,

When every eye cheating,

Our lips slowly meeting,
Shall linger in one precious kiss ;
And long we'll loiter in that bower,

And bright our joys shall run,
Till love's warm glow our hearts shall melt

And mingle into one.