Its curtain 'twixt itself and her;
And ne'er had brighter vision gone
From eye of woman lovelier!
And as it dream-like fled, it cast
A glow on that enthusiast,
Bidding her pallid cheek unclose
The folded petals of its rose.
With upward gaze, and white clasped hands,
She, like a heaven-wrought statue, stands—
'Tis thus that woman fair should be
Worshipped as a divinity;
Just when her beauty beams so bright,
As too intense for human sight;
Just in that hour when all her worth
Is fitted more for heaven than earth!
The Brahmin breaks her reverie,
As Pubna stirs the silent sea;
The calmness of her face hath past,
As flies the rainbow from the blast;
Her hands upon her breast are laid
As in her ear the spell is said,
The word that shall her passport be
To regions of Eternity!
And now unto the God of light,
Still beaming o'er the mournful sight,
Her holy hymn Nuleeni sings,
Whose voice is so divine a one,
That strain upon an angel's wings
Is surely wafted to the sun.