Swami Vivekananda Poems ( 10 )

  • January 4, 2018
    To An Early Violet...

    What though thy bed be frozen earth,
    Thy cloak the chilling blast;
    What though no mate to clear thy path,
    Thy sky with gloom o'ercast -
    What though of love itself doth fail,
    Thy fragrance strewed in vain;

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  • January 4, 2018
    On The Seas Bosom...

    In blue sky floats a multitude of clouds -
    White, black, of many shades and thicknesses; 
    An orange sun, about to say farewell, 
    Touches the massed cloud-shapes with streaks of red.

    The wind blows as i...

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  • January 4, 2018
    Who Knows How Mother Plays...

    Perchance a prophet thou-
    Who knows? Who dares touch
    The depths where Mother hides
    Her silent failless bolts!
    Perchance the child had glimpse
    Of shades, behind the scenes,
    With eager eyes and strained,

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  • January 4, 2018
    Requiescat In Pace Speed forth...

    Speed forth, O Soul! upon thy star-strewn path; 
    Speed, blissful one! where thought is ever free, 
    Where time and space no longer mist the view, 
    Eternal peace and blessings be with thee! 


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  • January 4, 2018
    Angels Unawares...

    The stars are blotted out, 
    The clouds are covering clouds, 
    It is darkness vibrant, sonant.

    In the roaring, whirling wind
    Are the souls of a million lunatics
    Just loose from the prison-house,&n...

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  • January 4, 2018
    Quest For God...

    O'ver hill and dale and mountain range, 
    In temple, church, and mosque, 
    In Vedas, Bible, Al Koran
    I had searched for Thee in vain.

    Like a child in the wildest forest lost
    I have cried and c...

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  • January 4, 2018
    The Song Of The Free...

    To crush you out - still know, my soul,
    You are Divine. March on and on,
    Nor right nor left but to the goal.

    Nor angel I, nor man, nor brute,
    Nor body, mind, nor he nor she,
    The books do stop in wonder mu...

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  • January 4, 2018
    To The Fourth Of July...

    Behold, the dark clouds melt away,
    That gathered thick at night, and hung
    So like a gloomy pall above the earth!

    Before thy magic touch, the world
    Awakes. The birds in chorus sing.
    The flowers raise their...

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  • January 4, 2018
    My Play Is Done...

    Ever rising, ever falling with the waves of time, still rolling on I go

    From fleeting scene to scene ephemeral, with life's currents' ebb and flow.

    Oh! I am sick of this unending force; these shows they please no more,<...

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  • January 4, 2018
    The Mothers heart the heros will...

    The Mother's heart, the hero's will,

    The softest flowers' sweetest feel;

    The charm and force that ever sway

    The altar-fire's flaming play;

    The strength that leads, in love obeys;


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