Monday, 25 August 2014

Autumn Song - Sarojini Naidu

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 my heart in the voice of the wind:
My heart is wean: and sad and alone,
For its dreams like the fluttering

leaves have gone,
And why should I stay behind?

Sarojini Naidu (1879 -1949) India

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