In The Perfumed Shrine Of Love

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Title:     In The Perfumed Shrine Of Love
Author: Dhan Gopal Mukerji [More Titles by Mukerji]

In the perfumed shrine of love
Where burns memory's exhaustless incense
From the irridescent thurible of hope,
On the altar and couch of my heart
Rest thy limbs, O, god of my soul.
Drink of the unquenchable draught of caresses;
Tear the flowers of my dreams and fancies;
Scatter the sacred petals of my passion
To the four winds of thy rejoicing.

Thy rejoicing, that one festival of the High Gods,
Where no offering that I bring ever be too dear,
Where no soul burnt in the fire of senses can perish;
Where no suffering fails to be mother and daughter of joy.
Take all, great God among these Gods:
The pearl of my woman-soul buried in deeps of passion,
The coral-wreath from the ocean of my bleeding heart;
And ravish with exquisite merciless touch
The one star in my heaven that has led thee hither--
My life's eternity in this worship of an hour.

[The end]
Dhan Gopal Mukerji's poem: In The Perfumed Shrine Of Love

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