She watched in silence, this royal fair,
But I doubt if anyone noticed her there,
And when shadows fell into evening gloom
Still her eyes sought the eyes of her groom.
O! Sarees of silk cups of gold!
But Sita laughed beyond this Earth's fold.
No jewels wore she no ornaments proud,
She wandered barefoot through the regal crowd.
I caught her scent one moment long,
She whispered to me her wedding song.
I heard of days past, of sunlit calm,
When Sita wedded her sweet Lord Ram.
As dusk closed in and the air grew pale
I thought I saw Sita lift her soft veil,
But before I could shine my candlelight
Her spirit faded into the night ...