For what blows, blindingly
Seas aslant, aglow
Trekking unseen, high coast's
Awe-bent ways that grow
I could inscribe the sky
With wings of angels!
Even for what, through them
All fatigue dispels.
In realms of winds, Kashmir's
Lurched, meditative
Pictures of devas hang.
This day in them live!
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