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The Curse at Farewell
THE CURSE AT FAREWELL
Yet you leave all to-day without a pang!
The trees in cloudy sorrow darker hang ;
As if some grief across their spirit passed,
To-day a deeper dusk the forests cast ;
The wind wails, and the dry leaves whir to earth.
You only with a happy face of mirth
Go, like a joyful dream when night is o’er.
KACH
Debjani, I shall cherish evermore
These forests as my mother-country ; here
My life had second birth. I will revere
Their memory lovingly.
DEBJANI This banian’s boughs Sheltered you daily, pasturing your cows ' Or in the noon asleep. As for a guest,
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