"I am to die! yet I remember, dying, My soul's delight — my sweet unequalled, love, Like a fresh champak's golden blos…"

"My thought is all of this gold-tinted king's daughter With garlands tissue and golden buds, Smoke tangles of her hair…"

"I see....her body beaten about with flame, Wounded by the flaring spear of love.... Then is my heart buried alive in …"

"If my girl with lotus eyes came to me again Weary with the dear weight of young love, Again I would give her to these…"

"I see her — far face blond like gold, Rich with small lights, and tinted shadows Over and over all of her.... * * * *…"

"My eyes that hurry to see no more are painting, painting Faces of my lost girl. O golden rings, That tap against chee…"

"Love is a god and Rati the dark his bride; But once I found their child and she was fairer, That could so shine. And …"

"I love long black eyes that caress like silk, Ever and ever sad and laughing eyes, Whose lids make such sweet shadow …"

"Death I take up as consolation. Nay, were I free as the condor with his wings Or old kings throned on violet ivory, N…"

"I know that I have savoured the hot taste of life Lifting green cups and gold at the great feast."