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My life’s breath is the same;

My blood flows still warm,

With thy touch of silky charm!

When I see a rose I think,

Of thy cheeks blushing all pink;

My mind meets in moon

Thy face lit up soon

With rays of light that shine

From thy eyes so divine.

Thy locks of hair in curls

The lips half hiding beads of pearls.

Thy peals of laughter to hear I long,

Like tingling bellstelling a song,

Thy soft breath do I feel

Still warm for my pangs to heal.

Mussorie landscape

When I stood near the library window

Breathing the balmy breeze blow,

My eyes wandered from end to end

And happy thoughts did the scene lend.