from Sanskrit and Other Languages
II. From Bengali
A Beauty Infinite
A Beauty infinite, an unborn Power
On Time’s vast forehead drew her mystic line;
An unseen Radiance filled the primal hour,–
First script, creation’s early rapture-wine.
Lightning in Night the eternal moment wrote.
Her lone eyes bathed in hue of loveliness
Saw on a flaming stream a single boat
Follow through dawn some great Sun’s orbit-trace.
The Dawn-world flashed – torn was the heart of Night.
Why came then Dawn here with her cloud and surge?
Darkness erased the hint of new-born Light,–
Till suddenly quivered above the pilgrim Urge,
Its flower-car washed blood-red. Smile of the Moon,
And, held in her hand, a Sun-flute’s golden croon.