Chapter: William Butler Yeats poem lyrics. Easy summary meaning. Selected sweat best popular poem for School and college student
THE INDIAN UPON GOD
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I PASSED along the
water's edge below the humid trees,
My spirit rocked in evening
light, the rushes round my knees, My spirit rocked in sleep and sighs; and saw
the moorfowl pace All dripping on a grassy slope, and saw them cease to chase
Each other round in circles, and heard the eldest speak:
Who holds the world between His bill and made us strong or weak Is an
undying moorfowl, and He lives beyond the sky.
The
rains are from His dripping wing, the moonbeams from His eye.
I passed a little further on and heard a lotus
talk:
Who made the world and ruleth it, He hangeth on a stalk, For I am in His
image made, and all this tinkling tide
Is but a
sliding drop of rain between His petals wide.
A little way within the gloom a roebuck raised
his eyes
Brimful of starlight, and he said: The Stamper of the Skies, He is a
gentle roebuck; for how else, I pray, could He Conceive a thing so sad and
soft, a gentle thing like me?
I passed a little further on and heard a peacock
say:
Who made the grass and made the worms and made my feathers gay, He is a
monstrous peacock, and He waveth all the night
His languid
tail above us, lit with myriad spots of light.
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