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106 The whirlwind, like a furnace blast,
 * Sweeps clouds of darkening sand;

The forest flames; the beasts aghast
 * Plunge huddling from the land.

Come, Krishna! come, beloved one!
 * Descend and comfort me:

The lotus loves the summer sun,
 * And I love thee.

With dancing feet glad pea-fowl greet
 * Bright flash and rumbling cloud;

Down channels steep red torrents sweep;
 * The frogs give welcome loud;

From branch and spray hang blossoms gay;
 * The wood has second birth;

No stars in skies, but lantern-flies
 * Seem stars that float to earth.

Come, Krishna! in our day of gloom
 * Be thou our Kalpa tree:

The wild bee loves the Padma bloom,
 * And I love thee.

The skies are bright with cloudless light,
 * Like silver shells that float;

The stars and moon loom large by night;
 * The lilies launch their boat;

Fair laughs the plain with ripened grain;
 * With birds resounds the brake:

Along the sand white egrets stand;
 * The wild fowl fill the lake.

Come, Krishna! let thy servants soon
 * Thy perfect beauty see:

The water-lily loves the moon.
 * And I love thee.

The morning mist lies close and still;
 * The hoar-frost gems the lea;

The dew falls chill; the wind blows shrill;
 * The leaves have left the tree;