Ah, why so solemn, Memory?
Her sacred ashes take,
And of adoring sighs and tears
A holy ikon make:
My dead love, as she living were;
Her breath, her bloom give back,
And with her laughter lily-clear
Appease the lorn world’s lack.
Not as through tears I see it shine,
Her beauty back to me
Transfigured, distant, half divine,
Give, weeping Memory,
No, but her old self, laughter-rife,
Arch, mocking, bring me clear!
Stab, sting me with her earthly life,
The wayward sweet of her!
(Manmohan Ghose)
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