Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
Two Songs from the Sanskrit: II. The ArcherDouglas Ainslie (b. 1838)
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Though formless, alive;
His bow is of blossoms,
His arrows but five.
So mobile the mask and
So formless his mind:
How then can he harm me,
The Archer that ’s blind?
But the pain that I suffer
All doubting removes,
And the truth of this nonsense
’Tis loving that proves.