Saturday, March 15, 2014

Dopahar Ki Dhoop Men..

A Noon Song
~Henry Van Dyke

There are songs for the morning and songs for the night,
For sunrise and sunset, the stars and the moon;
But who will give praise to the fulness of light,
And sing us a song of the glory of noon?


pigeon_in_sun

Oh, the high noon, the clear noon,
The noon with golden crest;
When the blue sky burns, and the great sun turns 

With his face to the way of the west!

Urban yayawar Picture


How swiftly he rose in the dawn of his strength;
How slowly he crept as the morning wore by;
Ah, steep was the climbing that led him at length
To the height of his throne in the wide summer sky. 


Reflections_of_Spotbilled_Crop

Oh, the long toil, the slow toil,
The toil that may not rest,
Till the sun looks down from his journey's crown,
To the wonderful way of the west! 



cormorant_landscape_crop_2


Then a quietness falls over meadow and hill,
The wings of the wind in the forest are furled,
The river runs softly, the birds are all still,
The workers are resting all over the world. 


2010_12_29_010100_Crop

Oh, the good hour, the kind hour,
The hour that calms the breast!
Little inn half-way on the road of the day,
Where it follows the turn to the west! 


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There's a plentiful feast in the maple-tree shade,
The lilt of a song to an old-fashioned tune,
The talk of a friend, or the kiss of a maid,
To sweeten the cup that we drink to the noon. 


noon_at_beach

Oh, the deep noon, the full noon,
Of all the day the best!
When the blue sky burns, and the great sun turns
To his home by the way of the west.

1 comment:

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

Beautiful picture and a very apt poem, yet again. They're beautiful :)

Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete