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EARLY WINTER spreads her filmy veil

over midnight stars,

and the call comes from the deep,

'Man, bring out your lamp.'

The forests are bare of flowers,

the birds have ceased to sing

the river-side grass has shed its blossoms.

Come, Dipali, waken hidden flames

out of the desolate dark,

and offer symphony of praise to eternal light.

The stars are dimmed

the night is disconsolate,

and the call comes from the deep,

'Man, bring out your lamp.'

 

 

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