Nay, do not grieve tho' life be full of sadness,
Dawn will not veil her splendour for your grief,
Nor spring deny their bright, appointed beauty
To lotus blossom and ashoka leaf.
Nay, do not pine, tho' life be dark with trouble,
Time will not pause or tarry on his way;
To-day that seems so long, so strange, so bitter,
Will soon be some forgotten yesterday.
Nay, do not weep; new hopes, new dreams, new faces,
The unspent joy of all the unborn years,
Will prove your heart a traitor to its sorrow,
And make your eyes unfaithful to their tears.
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You shud read the poem Palanquin Bearers by Sarojini Naidu.
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Will not the admirers of Platt and Cropsey take a moment from singing their praises to consider the work of Sarojini Naidu, who was their equal and then some?
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I think there are two typos in this poem, the title and "spleandor".
I love the poem, it expresses a very worthwhile view.
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