The Birth Of The War-God (Canto Seventh ) - Uma''s Bridal Comments

Less dazzling pure the lovely lotus shines Flecked by the thronging bees in dusky lines. Less bright the moon, when a dark band of cloud Enhances beauties which it cannot shroud. Behind her ear a head of barley drew The eye to gaze upon its golden hue. But then her cheek, with glowing saffron dyed, To richer beauty called the glance aside. Sweet descriptions on nature in Kalidasa's poetry.