To a Laughing Dove

O Dove! What surprises this time?

With first light of dawn, thou comest and crown

With thy laugh the yellow budding blossoms;

Or with Drongos dark thou curb all face frown

With window knocks, lest mornings mourn

And the goer goes; Thou art hope when down

The sun wither in dawn's dark, thy hymns art 'tis rise.

O Dove! Where art surprises this time?

When ravens in afternoon bring bad omen

To dead skies, when pigeons dull the trumpets

Yellow, with sunlight thou rest in thy den

Of shadowed balustrade rails, Thirsty thou

Land on bird bath, Or thy grace playing cools men

By the window grills; Or thy kiss to thy love charms them.

O Dove! How many surprises now?

When afternoon Ravens leave sky in evening,

Thy return returns 'tis charm back; Thou plunge

To sun with bee-eaters green, or seen cooing

Among yellow blossom leaves, thy flights

Cover cool pall to sunlight sinking, thy rising

Away high for morrow beautiful saves a longing.