Produced by Paul Murray, Graeme Mackreth and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net BUBBLES OF THE FOAM So Life's sad Sunset prizes What Life's gay Dawn despises, And always Winter wise is When Summer is no more: While Love than lightning fleeter Turns all he touches sweeter, To leave it incompleter Behind him, than before. AMARA Years, looking forward, all too slow, Yet looking back, too fast, What is your joy, what is your woe, But scented ash that used to glow, A sandalwood of long ago, A camphor of the past? SULOCHANA [Illustration] BUBBLES OF THE FOAM ([Sanskrit]) TRANSLATED FROM THE ORIGINAL MANUSCRIPT BY F. W. BAIN _What! Mortal taste Immortal? Earth, kiss Heaven? Confusion elemental!, ah! beware!_ SOMADEWA WITH A FRONTISPIECE METHUEN & CO. LTD. 36 ESSEX STREET W.C. LONDON _First Published in 1912_ DEDICATED TO LADY GLENCONNER CONTENTS PAGE I. A SPOILED CHILD 1 II. THE THIRST OF AN ANTELOPE 27 I. A DAPPLED DAWN 29 II. A GLAMOUR OF NOON 63 III. THE DESERT AND THE NIGHT 89 INTRODUCTION Four things are never far from you, in old Hindoo literature: underfoot, all round you, or away on the horizon, there they always are: the Forest, the Desert, the River, and the Hills.