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Indian Poetry
"The sky is clouded; and the wood resembles
The sky, thick-arched with black Tamâla boughs;
O Radha, Radha! take this Soul, that trembles
In life\'s deep midnight, to Thy golden house."
So Nanda spoke,--and, led by Radha\'s spirit,
The feet of Krishna found the road aright;
Wherefore, in bliss which all high hearts inherit,
Together taste they Love\'s divine delight.
"The sky is clouded; and the wood resembles
The sky, thick-arched with black Tamâla boughs;
O Radha, Radha! take this Soul, that trembles
In life\'s deep midnight, to Thy golden house."
So Nanda spoke,--and, led by Radha\'s spirit,
The feet of Krishna found the road aright;
Wherefore, in bliss which all high hearts inherit,
Together taste they Love\'s divine delight.
