Buddha heard,
  And finding light, and filled with joy, he said: 
  “Illustrious master, you have found the way. 
  You place the upturned chalice on its base. 
  You fill with light the sayings dark of old. 
  You open blinded eyes to see the truth.”

  At length they thought of those poor hearts at home,
  Mother and sister, watching through the night—­
  Waiting and watching through the livelong day,
  Startled at every step, at every sound,
  Startled at every bier that came in view
  In that great city of the stranger dead,
  That city where the living come to die—­
  And home returned when evening’s rose and gold
  Had faded from the sky, and myriad lamps
  Danced on the sacred stream, and moon and stars
  Hung quivering in its dark and silent depths. 
  But day by day returned, eager to hear
  More of that truth that sweetens daily life,
  Yet reaches upward to eternal day.

  A marriage-feast,[3] three festivals in one,
  Stirs to its depths Benares’ social life. 
  A gorgeous sunset ushers in the night,
  Sunset and city mirrored in the stream. 
  Broad marble steps upon the river-bank
  Lead to a garden where a blaze of bloom,
  A hedge of rose-trees, forms the outer wall;
  An aged banyan-tree,[4] whose hundred trunks
  Sustain a vaulted roof of living green
  Which scarce a ray of noonday’s sun can pierce,
  The garden’s vestibule and outer court;
  While trees of every varied leaf and bloom
  Shade many winding walks, where fountains fall
  With liquid cadence into shining pools. 
  Above, beyond, the stately palace stands,
  Inviting in, calling to peace and rest,
  As if a soul dwelt in its marble form.

  The darkness thickens, when a flood of light
  Fills every recess, lighting every nook;
  The garden hedge a wall of mellow light,
  A line of lamps along the river’s bank,
  With lamps in every tree and lining every walk,
  While lamps thick set surround each shining pool,
  Weaving with rainbow tints the falling spray. 
  And now the palace through the darkness shines. 
  A thing of beauty traced with lines of light.[5]

  The guests arrive in light and graceful boats,
  In gay gondolas such as Venice used,
  With richest carpets, richest canopies,
  And over walks with rose-leaves carpeted
  Pass to the palace, whose wide open gates
  Display within Benares’ rank and wealth,
  Proud Brahman lords and stately Brahman dames
  And Brahman youth and beauty, all were there,
  Of Aryan blood but bronzed by India’s sun,
  Not dressed like us, as very fashion-plates,
  But clothed in flowing robes of softest wool
  And finest silk, a harmony of shades,
  Sparkling with gems, ablaze with precious stones.[6]
  Three noble couples greet their gathering guests: 
  An aged Brahman and his aged wife,