"The sky is clouded; and the wood resembles The sky, thick-arched with black Tamala boughs; O Radha, Radha take this Soul, that trembles In life's deep midnight, to Thy golden house." So Nanda spoke, -and, led by Radha's spirit, The feet of Krishna found the road aright; Wherefore, in bliss which all high hearts inherit, Together taste they Love's divine delight."