Clear night and burning star The lady of beauty and brawn Stout, musky body of July char Prevented me unto the gown. Body-tide though barred her sleep Willing to cope her but unseen I was shaken to the deep To enjoy the damsel of nineteen. Night was over, dimmed the star Crack of dawn, beamed the lady Busy in chore, kept me afar Ended the day waiting the brady.
Assistant Professor, P.G. Dept. of English, Magadh University, Bodh-Gaya
