Once in the dream of a night I stoodLone in the light of a magical wood,
Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang;
And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang,
And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed,
And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
Lone in the light of that magical grove,
I felt the stars of the spirits of Love
Gather and gleam round my delicate youth,
And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth;
To quench my longing I bent me low
By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
2 comments:
I like this one very much! Who is Sarojini Naidu?
oh, hi, cole! thanks so much for coming by and leaving a note - sarojini naidu was an indian female freedom fighter/poet whose work i came across by accident - this piece was very moving and i fell in love with it - thanks again for your visit!
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