Lift Me O Spring's Air

Lift me O spring's air And leave me there The crazy cloud is veiling Like the heaven's gigantic-rocks' gate; I shall smile at in the distance And wave my hands The guard-angels wearing long flowery gown. Then leave me there Across the snowy forests In the far north In gaints' world: I have heard many a time From my maternal- grandfather That in the winters' mornings and evenings Young fairies fly to Tarsar And bath naked-- Dip deep and swim And fetch in gardens-urns The icy blue water. (Tarsar is a lake in kashmir, across the dense high forests in a meadow beside a mountain)