"Spreading thy web with mightiest Steeds thou comest, rending apart, thou God, the black-hued mantle. The rays of Sūrya ..."

"Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks, And through the opening door that time unlocks Feel the fresh breathing of To-m..."

"Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows, Petal ..."