To A Yogi on the Banks of the Ganges

“Thou by the Indian Ganges side”
Must surely be enlightened sir,
That gaze fixed strongly on the tide
With thoughts of only those things pure.
A flowing robe of folded cloth
Glowing like the setting sun
You wear, seated near bubbly froth
And watch the sacred waters run.
What eastern knowledge do you hold
In those three eyes upon your face?
Musings worth much more than gold
In thy meditative grace.
My dream is this: to with thee sit
And from this river never quit!