(There is a pleasure in poetic pains —William Cowper)
In the poetic rhymes of wakeful night
Fall down the mildness of the sky
To break the dyke of time !!
The silent prayers of pain inaugurate
This empty high decorative gate
And the stones make altar of heart !!!
Through the open windows of thought
Suddenly a powerful westerly wind of memory
Enters in my poor hut !!
It takes me away to the past
Where there were golden moments
And unacquainted smiles pouring Poetic pains !!