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Here, O my heart, let us burn the dear dreams that are dead,Here in this wood let us fashion a funeral pyreOf fallen white petals and leaves that are mellow and red,Here let us burn them in noon’s flaming torches…
A kokila called from a henna-spray:Lira! liree! Lira! liree!Hasten, maidens, hasten awayTo gather the leaves of the henna-tree.Send your pitchers afloat on the tide,Gather the leaves ere the dawn be old,Grind them in mortars of amber and gold,The fresh green…
You flaunt your beauty in the rose, your glory in the dawn,Your sweetness in the nightingale, your white- ness in the swan. You haunt my waking like a dream, my slumber like a moon,Pervade me like a musky scent, possess…
Mens Voices: Lord of the lotus, lord of the harvest,Bright and munificent lord of the morn!Thine is the bounty that prospered our sowing,Thine is the bounty that nurtured our corn.We bring thee our songs and our garlands for tribute,The gold…
SHALT thou be conquered of a human fateMy liege, my lover, whose imperial headHath never bent in sorrow of defeat?Shalt thou be vanquished, whose imperial feetHave shattered armies and stamped empires dead?Who shall unking thee, husband of a queen?Wear thou…
From groves of spice,O’er fields of rice,Athwart the lotus-stream,I bring for you,Aglint with dewA little lovely dream. Sweet, shut your eyes,The wild fire-fliesDance through the fairy neem;From the poppy-boleFor you I stoleA little lovely dream. Dear eyes, good-night,In golden lightThe…
Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light,The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn like a child that has cried all night.Come, let us gather our nets from the shore and set our catamarans…
O little mouse, why dost thou cryWhile merry stars laugh in the sky? Alas! alas! my lord is dead!Ah, who will ease my bitter pain?He went to seek a millet-grainIn the rich farmer’s granary shed;They caught him in a baited…
Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow, The sunset hangs on a cloud;A golden storm of glittering sheaves,Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves, The wild wind blows in a cloud.Hark to a voice that is calling To…