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Dark suns - swanlike

1. O KING, the potent and terrific envoy, kindled for strength, is manifest in beauty.
He shines, all-knowing, with his lotty splendour: chasing black Night he comes with white-rayed Morning.
2 Having o'ercome the glimmering Black with beauty, and bringing forth the dame the Great Sire's Daughter,
Holding aloft the radiant light of Surya, as messenger of heaven he shines with treasures.
3 Attendant on the Blessed Dame the Blessed hath come: the Lover followeth his Sister.
Agni, far-spreading with conspicuous lustre, hath compassed Night with whitelyshining garments.
4 His goings-forth kindle as 'twere high voices the goings of the auspicious Friend of Agni.
The rays, the bright beams of the strong-jawed, mighty, adorable Steer are visible as he cometh.
5 Whose radiant splendours flow, like sounds, about us, his who is lofty, brilliant, and effulgent,
Who reaches heaven with best and brightest lustres, sportive and piercing even to the summit.
6 His powers, whose chariot fellies gleam and glitter have loudly roared while, as with teams, he hasted.
He, the most Godlike, far-extending envoy, shines with flames ancient, resonant, whitely-shining.
7 So bring us ample wealth: seat thee as envoy of the two youthful Matrons, Earth and Heaven.
Let Agni rapid with his rapid, horses, impetuous with impetuous Steeds, come hither.

Swanlike I turn away from your despair
Naked dying, proud of what I am
Swanlike I turn away from your despair
Idling on some compulsive remain
I look into my glass and view my wasting skin
And say "would God it came to pass"
My heard has shrunk as thin
For then I undistrest by hearts grown cold to me
Could lonely wait my endless rest with equanimity
For the time being I return
Now plainly in the mirror of my soul
I read that I have looked my last on youth
And little more for they are not made whole
That reach the age of fallen Christ
A silent flight takes me away
From this ignorant world
A final cry deep in that night
Swanlike I turn away
My inspiration
Burning flames; glistening sounds
Sapphire-dark and marrow-deep, silence around us
Under a fading moon
Will you ever be swanlike

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