Sir Nizamat Jung, Sonnets by the Nawab Nizamat Jung Bahadur
“ Upon the wings of Love shall heav'nward rise.II THE CROWN OF LIFE I know not what Love is,—a memory Of Heav'n once known,—a yearning for some goal That shines afar,—a dream that doth control The spirit, shadowing forth what is to be. But this I know, my heart hath found in thee The crown of life, the glory of the soul, The healing of all strife, the making whole Of my imperfect being,—yea, of me! For to mine eyes thine eyes, through Love, reveal The smile of God; to me God's healing breath Comes through thy hallowed lips whose pray'r is Love. Thy touch gives life! ”
