not most honourable.... In him there are no base thoughts.... He loves not only human beauty, but everything that is beautiful and exquisite in its own kind,--marvelling at it with a wonderful admiration_."
Here we see defined the temperament of the heroic poet, that inner nobility and exaltation without which mere technical skill can avail little in moving and holding the hearts of men.
This note on the structure of the Sonnet would fail in its purpose if it distracted the reader from the spirit behind the form;--for the spirit is the life,--and few who read these Sonnets will deny that the spirit of Nizamat Jung is that of the true poet, ever striving to look beyond ephemeral sorrows up to the Eternal Beauty--now hidden behind a veil, but some day to be revealed in all its splendour and completeness.
_October 6, 1917_.
As one who wanders lone and wearily
Through desert tracts of Silence and of Nig