Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
~ Lord Byron
Showing posts with label Lord Byron. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lord Byron. Show all posts
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Friday, August 19, 2011
Aane Wala Pal, Jane Wala Hai...
Flower of the Moon
~ Harriet Monroe
FLOWER of the moon!
Still white is her brow whom we worshiped on earth long ago;
Yea, purer than pearls in deep seas, and more virgin than snow.
The dull years veil their eyes from her shining, and vanish afraid,
Nor profane her with age—the immortal, nor dim her with shade.
It is we are unworthy, we worldlings, to dwell in her ways;
We have broken her altars and silenced her voices of praise.
She hath hearkened to singing more silvern, seen raptures more bright;
To some planet more pure she hath fled on the wings of the night,—
Flower of the moon!
Yet she loveth the world that forsook her, for, lo! once a year
She, Diana, translucent, pale, scintillant, down from her sphere
Floateth earthward like star-laden music, to bloom in a flower,
And our hearts feel the spell of the goddess once more for an hour.
See! she sitteth in splendor nor knoweth desire nor decay,
And the night is a glory around her more bright than the day,
And her breath hath the sweetness of worlds where no sorrow is known;
And we long as we worship to follow her back to her own,—
Flower of the moon!
~ Harriet Monroe
FLOWER of the moon!
Still white is her brow whom we worshiped on earth long ago;
Yea, purer than pearls in deep seas, and more virgin than snow.
The dull years veil their eyes from her shining, and vanish afraid,
Nor profane her with age—the immortal, nor dim her with shade.
It is we are unworthy, we worldlings, to dwell in her ways;
We have broken her altars and silenced her voices of praise.
She hath hearkened to singing more silvern, seen raptures more bright;
To some planet more pure she hath fled on the wings of the night,—
Flower of the moon!
Yet she loveth the world that forsook her, for, lo! once a year
She, Diana, translucent, pale, scintillant, down from her sphere
Floateth earthward like star-laden music, to bloom in a flower,
And our hearts feel the spell of the goddess once more for an hour.
See! she sitteth in splendor nor knoweth desire nor decay,
And the night is a glory around her more bright than the day,
And her breath hath the sweetness of worlds where no sorrow is known;
And we long as we worship to follow her back to her own,—
Flower of the moon!
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Memories are like Rainbows!
Memories are such a wonderful thing - more so when one has stored part of them in pictures.
About 4 years back - while travelling to Pune on Expressway, we had seen two rainbows - one behind another - livening up the sky. Unfortunately, this was before I had taken up photography as a hobby and hence the image remained only in our memories.
But nature provided another opportunity - though I did not realise it at that moment. Last week while going through the pictures that I clicked while on our trip to Europe in 2007 (my first sincere attempt at photography), I came across this picture of a rainbow - shot during a cruise taken on Luzern Lake, that revealed another rainbow - though a bit faint.
So here is the picture with an extract from a poem of Lord Byron. Hope it helps you in warming up your heart, the way it does to me.
About 4 years back - while travelling to Pune on Expressway, we had seen two rainbows - one behind another - livening up the sky. Unfortunately, this was before I had taken up photography as a hobby and hence the image remained only in our memories.
But nature provided another opportunity - though I did not realise it at that moment. Last week while going through the pictures that I clicked while on our trip to Europe in 2007 (my first sincere attempt at photography), I came across this picture of a rainbow - shot during a cruise taken on Luzern Lake, that revealed another rainbow - though a bit faint.
So here is the picture with an extract from a poem of Lord Byron. Hope it helps you in warming up your heart, the way it does to me.
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