BEHOLD

Behold, the dire cloud is rent apart,

Again the gold disk appears bright between;

Earth sings a hymn quiet almost unheard

And the fair-splendours unveiled here-below lean.

A tune unknown plays on the chord of Nature,

And the glowing hopes of the god here incarnate,

And explore a deep-hidden wonder-treasure

To work a marvel, a new earth to create.

The full-moon sails on the infinite space,

And the sky charged with a luminous lore

Meets earth setting the very dust of it ablaze,

A new note far-flying rings from shore to shore.

The moon bright with the cadence of a mystic lay

Wraps the earth in the light of a golden day.

–ROBI GUPTA

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