Monday, August 06, 2007

From dewy dreams...

Lodhi Gardens, New Delhi, August'07

From dewy dreams, my soul, arise,
From love's deep slumber and from death,
For lo! the trees are full of sighs
Whose leaves the morn admonisheth.

Eastward the gradual dawn prevails
Where softly-burning fires appear,
Making to tremble all those veils
Of grey and golden gossamer.

While sweetly, gently, secretly,
The flowery bells of morn are stirred
And the wise choirs of faery
Begin (innumerous!) to be heard.

James Joyce

1 comment:

Vaishali Ahuja said...

Very beautiful.. Specially the reflection of the structure in the dew.. Well done Tegs :-)