SONGS OF THE SOUL
MY KINSMEN
In spacious hall of trance I spied—
Aglow with million dazzling lights,
Tapestried with the snowy cloud —
My kinsmen all, lowly, proud;
Aglow with million dazzling lights,
Tapestried with the snowy cloud —
My kinsmen all, lowly, proud;
The banquet great with music rolls,
The drum of Om[1] in measure falls,
The hosts, in many ways arrayed,
Some plain, some gorgeous dress displayed.
The drum of Om[1] in measure falls,
The hosts, in many ways arrayed,
Some plain, some gorgeous dress displayed.
Around the various tables large
Of earth and moon and sun and stars,
The countless mute, and noisy guests
Observed Dame Nature’s feast with zest.
Of earth and moon and sun and stars,
The countless mute, and noisy guests
Observed Dame Nature’s feast with zest.
The tiny-eyed and shiny sands,
Thirsty, drank of ocean’s life:
I well remember once I brawled
For a sip of sea, with kinsmen sands.
Thirsty, drank of ocean’s life:
I well remember once I brawled
For a sip of sea, with kinsmen sands.
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- ↑ Cosmic vibration.
