Cradle Song (Sarojini Naidu Poems)
FROM groves of spice, O'er fields of rice, Athwart the lotus-stream, I bring for you, Aglint with dew A little ...
FROM groves of spice, O'er fields of rice, Athwart the lotus-stream, I bring for you, Aglint with dew A little ...
NAY, no longer I may hold you, In my spirit's soft caresses, Nor like lotus-leaves enfold you In the tangles ...
HONEY, child, honey, child, whither are you going? Would you cast your jewels all to the breezes blowing? Would you ...
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