Edwin Arnold Poems

Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul
Each choosing each through all the weary hours
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Blossom of the almond trees,
April's gift to April's bees,
Birthday ornament of Spring,
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He who died at Azan sends
This to comfort all his friends:
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A weary waste of blank and barren land,
A lonely, lonely sea of shifting sand,
A golden furnace gleaming overhead,
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Once - and only once - you gave
One rich gift, which Memory
Shuts within itself, to save
Sweet and fresh, while life may be:
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Poet.
Beautiful silver-winged spirits of good,
That hide in the leaves of the loneliest wood;
Green-kirtled fairies whom none may see
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Thenceforth alone the long-armed monarch strode,
Not looking back,--nay, not for Bhima's sake,--But
walking with his face set for the mount;
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Pleasanter than the hills of Thessaly,
Nearer and dearer to the poet's heart
Than the blue ripple belting Salamis,
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Our name should be a name for hope to utter,
A watchword for the chosen of the land;
A bloodless nation-flag, beneath whose flutter
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This reverence
Lord Buddha kept to all his schoolmasters,
Albeit beyond their learning taught; in speech
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