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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…
Like this alabaster box whose artIs frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart,Carven with delicate dreams and wroughtWith many a subtle and exquisite thought. Therein I treasure the spice and scentOf rich and passionate memories blentLike odours of cinnamon, sandal…
To field and forestThe gifts of the spring,To hawk and to heronThe pride of their wing;Her grace to the panther,Her tints to the dove. . .For me, O my Master,The rapture of Love! To the hand of the diverThe gems…
Bright shower of lambent butterflies,Soft cloud of murmuring bees,O fragile storm of sighing leavesAdrift upon the breeze! Wild birds with eager wings outspreadTo seek an alien sky,Sweet comrades of a lyric spring.My little songs, good-bye!
The poppy grows on the roof-top,The iris flowers on the grave;Hope in the heart of a lover,And fear in the heart of a slave. The opal lies in the river,The pearl in the ocean’s breast;Doubt in a grieving bosom,And faith in…
Men say the world is full of fear and hate,And all life’s ripening harvest-fields awaitThe restless sickle of relentless fate. But I, sweet Soul, rejoice that I was born,When from the climbing terraces of cornI watch the golden orioles of Thy…
Allah ho Akbar! Allah ho Akbar!From mosque and minar the muezzins are calling;Pour forth your praises, O Chosen of Islam;Swiftly the shadows of sunset are falling:Allah ho Akbar! Allah ho Akbar! Ave Maria! Ave Maria!Devoutly the priests at the altars…