Poems by Sarojini Naidu
The Poet To Death
... Fair is my youth, and rich the echoing boughs ...
In Praise Of Henna
... And betel-nut's red for lips that are sweet ...
Damayante To Nala In The Hour Of Exile
... What fate shall dare uncrown thee from this breast, ...
Street Cries
... Buy flowers, buy flowers, floats down the singing street ...
My Dead Dream
... Would you tear from my lintels these sacred green garlands of leaves ...
Alabaster
... Like odours of cinnamon, sandal and clove, ...
An Indian Love Song
... The feud of old faiths and the blood of old battles sever thy people and mine ...
Autumn Song
... For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone, ...
Corn Grinders
... My soul burns with the quenchless fire ...
Coromandel Fishers
... are the kings of the sea! No longer delay, let us hasten away in the track of the sea gull's call, ...
Cradle Song
... Dance through the fairy neem ...
Ecstasy
... As of light that is poignant and strong ...
Harvest Hymn
... Thine is the mercy that cherished our furrows, Thine is the mercy that fostered our grain ...
In Salutation to the Eternal Peace
... For my glad heart is drunk and drenched with Thee, ...
Indian Dancer
... ow silent, now singing and swaying and swinging, like blossoms that bend to the breezes or showers, ...
