The Confluence

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Title:     The Confluence
Author: Dhan Gopal Mukerji [More Titles by Mukerji]

Tears of Ages come in a stream,
Sighs flow in from Life's hoary height,
Souls of Sorrow bring their gleam
Of a light that is but a moan, not a sight.

The gray waves of the Sea of Death
Congeal under the cold Sun of Suffering,
While Time, playing the flute of Fate,
Charms them, snake-like, and doth bring.

Out of a Cave, beyond Lights and Shades
Present's storm,--made stormier by Future's promises,--
To mingle in the Ocean of Death
Like Sleep, yielding to Dream's caresses.

[The end]
Dhan Gopal Mukerji's poem: Confluence

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