By Michael Madhusudhan Dutt
I love the bounteous infancy of the day,
The garlands that around its temples shine;
I love to hear the tuneful matin lay
Of the sweet kokil perched upon the pine;
I love to see you streamlet gaily run
And blush like maiden beauty meek and fair
When the bright beams of yon refulgent sun
Crowd on her trembling bosom pure and clear;
I love to see the bee from flow’r to flow’r,
Sucking the sweets, to him they smiling yield;
I love to hear the breezes in the bower
Singing melodious or along the field;
All this I love and Oh! in these I find
A balm to soothe the fever of my mind.
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