Past And Future

by

Sarojini Naidu


The new hath come and now the old retires:

And so the past becomes a mountain-cell,

Where lone, apart, old hermit-memories dwell

In consecrated calm, forgotten yet

Of the keen heart that hastens to forget

Old longings in fulfilling new desires.


And now the Soul stands in a vague, intense

Expectancy and anguish of suspense,

On the dim chamber-threshold...lo! he sees

Like a strange, fated bride as yet unknown,

His timid future shrinking there alone,

Beneath her marriage-veil of mysteries.



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