Was interfused upon the silentness.

The folded roses and the violets pale

Heard her within their slumbers; the abyss.

Of heaven with all its planets; the dull ear

Of the night-cradled earth; the loneliness

Of the circumfluous waters. Every sphere,

And every flower and beam and cloud and wave,

And every wind of the mute atmosphere,

And every beast stretched in its rugged cave

And every bird lulled on its mossy bough,

And every silver moth fresh from the grave

Which is its cradle . . .

. . . and every form

That worshipped in the temple of night.

Was awed into delight, and by the charm

Girt as with an interminable zone,

Whilst that sweet bird, whose music was a storm

Of sound, shook forth the dull oblivion

Out of their dreams. Harmony became love

In every soul but one.”

“আইল গোধূলি সৌর রঙ্গ ভূমে,-

নামিল পশ্চিমে ধীরে যবনিকা,

ধূসর বরণা; ফুরাইল ক্রমে

দিনেশ দৈনিক গতি অভিনয়।

অষ্টমীর চন্দ্র–রজতের চাপ!

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