Sandhya

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Sandhya came then, as Rajani in its own way through the bed of my Bengali reflecting its sound and sense, and trying to echo back its music that descends on all with the fading twilight.
Dhan Gopal Mukerji.
N. B. — Since some of these poems were born without, and defy titles, I have refrained from forcing any on them.

Tongueless the bell! Lute without a song! It is not night It is God's dawn, Silence its unending song.
Over heart's valley, In the soul's night, Through pain's window Behold! His light! On Life's Height.
No prayer, now, Though death-waves roll, Faith's candle lit, Beside it sits the soul Reading Eternity's scroll.

A bruised heart, A wounded soul,
A broken lute, That is all!
A sad evening, And a lone star,