Nirvana

Nirvana written by Frederic Edward Weatherly

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I have come from the silent forest,
My beautiful Lotos flow'r,
And I stand in thy garden sighing,
It is the lovers' hour.
Thy sisters, the lotos blossoms,
They ope to the moon above;
Open thy window, beloved,
And let me tell my love.

I have knelt in the mighty temples,
But the dumb gods make no sign;
They cannot speak to my spirit,
As thy soul speaks to mine.
And the priests talk of Nirvana,
And weave their mystic charms,
I only know Nirvana
Within thy loving arms.

And the lotos flow'r will perish,
The stars turn cold and grey,
The dumb gods will be shattered,
The temples old decay:
But we shall be one, beloved,
In the stream of life divine;
As the river flows to the ocean,
My soul shall flow to thine.

This work is in the public domain in countries where the copyright term is the author's life plus 80 years or less.

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