The Broken Wing/June Sunset

​June Sunset

Here shall my heart find its haven of calm,By rush-fringed rivers and rain-fed streamsThat glimmer thro' meadows of lily and palm.Here shall my soul find its true reposeUnder a sunset sky of dreamsDiaphanous, amber and rose.The air is aglow with the glint and whirlOf swift wild wings in their homeward flight,Sapphire, emerald, topaz, and pearl,Afloat in the evening light.
A brown quail cries from the tamarisk bushesA bulbul calls from the cassia-plume,And thro' the wet earth the gentian pushesHer spikes of silvery bloom. ​Where'er the foot of the bright shower passesFragrant and fresh delights unfold;The wild fawns feed on the scented grasses,Wild bees on the cactus-gold.
An ox-cart stumbles upon the rocks,And a wistful music pursues the breezeFrom a shepherd's pipe as he gathers his flocksUnder the pipal-trees.And a young Banjara driving her cattleLifts up her voice as she glitters byIn an ancient ballad of love and battleSet to the beat of a mystic tune,And the faint stars gleam in the eastern skyTo herald a rising moon.
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