The Details
The Morning In The Forest
Would you know the joys of waking
ere the earliest dawn is breaking,
Lest the cheetal at the pool should drink his fill?
Would you know the joys of sitting
till the night birds are flitting,
That the panther may return to his kill?
You shall know them at Tellala
where the Hirun rushes foaming,
As it strives in vain to batter down its weir;
Where the sambhur bells the night through
to the hinds that may be roaming,
And the lions wake the echoes of the Gir.
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