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flowers to lie uponand sweet the dancers sing.
Sweetest of all that Temptress who dances for him now
With subtle feet which part and meet in the Ras-measure slowTo the chime of silver bangles and the beat of
rose-leaf handsAnd pipe and lute and cymbal played by the woodland bands; So that wholly
passion-laden--eyeearsensesoul o'ercome-- Krishna is theirs in the forest; his heart forgets its home.
_Krishnamade for heavenly things
'Mid those woodland singers sings;
With those dancers dances featly
Gives back soft embraces sweetly;
Smiles on that onetoys with this
Glance for glance and kiss for kiss;
Meets the merry damsels fairly
Plays the round of folly rarely
Lapped in milk-warm spring-time weather
He and those brown girls together._
_And this shadowed earthly love
In the twilight of the grove
Dance and song and soft caresses
Meeting looks and tangled tresses
Jayadev the same hath writ
That ye might have gain of it
Sagely its deep sense conceiving
And its inner light believing;
How that Love--the mighty Master
Lord of all the stars that cluster
In the skyswiftest