The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1893-08-29
sALsErrE AND ELEpHANrA.

THE islands OF Sa;sette and Elephan,a are of
Bombay. The caves OF the latter isle are
fanousl
It's eve. and DER the face of parting day
Qalck smiles OF SIMMER lightning dit and
In pulses of broad light. less seen than felt.
They mix in heaven and on the mountains
melt;
Their silent transport fills the cxulting air
'Tis eve, aud where 10 even ing half 40 fair?
Oh. deeply. softly sobs The Iudian sen
o or thy dark sands. majestic Dharavee,
When. from each purple hill aud polished lake,
The answering voices vi the night awake
The EifaI note OF many brilliant bird
The lizards plunge. Ger the distant waters
heard
The thrill o. forest leaves how soft, how swift,
That floats and follows where the night winds
DRIFT;
Or, piercing through the calmness Of the sky,
The jungle tigers sharp and sudden cry.
Yet AL ~ peace. for these weak voices tell
How deep the calm they break. but not dispel
The twilight heaven rolls deep on. like some
stream
When bre, s.s break no, on Its moving dream;
It's trembling stars continual watches keep,
And nause above Canara's haunted steep,
Each ia its path Of FIRST ascension hid
Behind the height OF that pale pyramid
fThe strength OF nations hewcd the besalt spire
And baFbed Its rocks ike sscr.ticiai iirel.
Know they the hours approach, whose fatetal
Was watched of yore from yoader c,oudless
height
Lone on its utmost peak, the Prophet Priest
Beheid the night unfolted from the East;
And read the records stretched from Pole to
Pole;
And though their eyes are dark, their lips are
still,
Who watched AID wotshiped on Canara's hin.
Wild superst.tion's visionary power
still rules All n Is the spirit Of the hour
The Indian maiden, through the scented grove,
Seeks the d IN sho G, aud lights the lamp OF love:
The psous peasant, swe-struek aad alone,
With radiant garland crowns the purple stone
Aud shrinks, returning through the stsr!it glade,
when ofeexss sfir tbs pscpuss sacred shade:
For we'll his spiTi; knows the deep appeal
That love must mourn TO mics vet fear 10 feel:
Low soanas, faint rays. upon the senses she'd
The voices OF tho lost, the dark yes OF the dead
How awful now, when night and silence brood
Ger earih's repose and oceans solitude.
To trace the dim and devious paths that guide
Along Canara's s.sep and craggv side
where, girt with rloom-lnBal tied hy fear
TIC mountain homes of India's gods arpearl
Range above range they rise each hollow cave
hArSllng as death. anu voicelcss as the grave;
save that the waving weeds In each recess
VITA rustlins music mock its loneliness
Ana beasts OF b3ood disturb. with stealthy
treat.
The cham beEs o! the hreathess AMI the dead
AL else OF LIE. % worship passed away;
Inc geasty idols fall noi nor decay;
Retain the life OF seorn. the rugged frown.
Aui grasp the blunted sword and useless crown.
Their altaFs deseerate. their names untold.
Zoe hands that formed, the hearts that feared
how cotut
Thou, too, dark Isle, whose shadow on the sea
! 90 Ike the gloom that moeks our memory
" heu one bright instant Of cur former lot
We're graei, remembered, bat were guilt, forgot
Rock 81 tie lonely crest How oft renewed
Have teamed the summers 81 thy solitude
since 6rst the myriad steps that shook thv
shore
Grow trail and few, then paused for evermorei
Answer, re long -iuliet echoes. Anere are they
" 90 Glove your mountains With the shafts OF
9Ry.
Bsds tbs swtit life along their marble az
Ana struck their darkness into deity
SeS c3sIHaed from thee. pale temple OF the wave
accord ef rest. giery or graves
Vow al are eosd-th~ wotary "a hts god
And ~ tae shrine he feared, the courts he troll
Ihs uyld knake extends his CHANGING trail
Anc Atesess murmars miug!e on the Gale.
Jain Essskfn