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Manmadin, the Indian Cupid, floating down the Ganges.

Weary day and sleepless night, Lightning gleams of fierce delight, Fragrant and yet poisoned sighs, Agonies and ecstasies; Hopes, like fires amid the gloom, Lighting only to consume! Happiness one hasty draught, And the lip has venom quaffed. Doubt, despairing, crime and craft, Are upon that honied shaft! It has made the crowned king Crouch beneath his suffering; Made the beauty's cheek more pale Than the foldings of her veil; Like a child, the soldier kneel Who had mocked at flame or steel; Bade the fires of genius turn On their own breasts, and there burn; A wound, a blight, a curse, a doom, Bowing young hearts to the tomb! Well may storm be on the sky, And the waters roll on high, When passes by. Earth below and heaven above Well may bend to thee, oh Love!