All English Sonnets
MUSIC IN AN EVENING IN JAMMU
O! often in the barren, lonely eve,
I curse my loneliness, sit and grieve,
And by humanity’s woe and weal,
Defeated, ousted, and degraded feel.
Retreating into mind’s private shades,
I think of plaintive serenades.
And dread the morning which will quietly steal,
Come tiptoe to my side, make me deal,
With hard realities of the day,
I shudder, full of fear and dismay.
Then as if just to answer my appeal,
The peals of temple bells of Jammu, come,
And by their lilting cadences and zeal,
My sorrows and my woes are over-come.