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