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Sarojini Naidu's Poetry, by first line

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  • From groves of spice,
    O'er fields of rice,
    18 lines, 3 comments
  • LAMP of my life, the lips of Death
    Hath blown thee out with their sudden breath;
    12 lines
  • You flaunt your beauty in the rose, your glory in the dawn,
    Your sweetness in the nightingale, your white- ness in the swan.
    10 lines
  • NAY, no longer I may hold you,
    In my spirit's soft caresses,
    14 lines, 4 comments
  • IN noon-tide hours, O Love, secure and strong,
    I need thee not; mad dreams are mine to bind
    12 lines
  • WHEN from my cheek I lift my veil,
    The roses turn with envy pale,
    12 lines
  • QUEEN GULNAAR sat on her ivory bed,
    Around her countless treasures were spread;
    57 lines, 1 comment
  • TARRY a while, O Death, I cannot die
    While yet my sweet life burgeons with its spring;
    12 lines
  • GOLDEN sun of victory, born
    In my life's unclouded morn,
    36 lines
  • HER life is a revolving dream
    Of languid and sequestered ease;
    18 lines
  • O YOUNG through all thy immemorial years!
    Rise, Mother, rise, regenerate from thy gloom,
    12 lines, 1 comment
  • LORD BUDDHA, on thy Lotus-throne,
    With praying eyes and hands elate,
    30 lines
  • LIKE a serpent to the calling voice of flutes,
    Glides my heart into thy fingers, O my Love!
    14 lines
  • LORD of the lotus, lord of the harvest,
    Bright and munificent lord of the morn!
    35 lines
  • WHERE the voice of the wind calls our wandering feet,
    Through echoing forest and echoing street,
    12 lines
  • Nay, do not grieve tho' life be full of sadness,
    Dawn will not veil her spleandor for your grief,
    12 lines, 3 comments
  • Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
       The sunset hangs on a cloud;
    10 lines, 6 comments
  • A KOKILA called from a henna-spray:
    Lira! liree! Lira! liree!
    16 lines
  • Cover mine eyes, O my Love!
    Mine eyes that are weary of bliss
    10 lines, 1 comment
  • HONEY, child, honey, child, whither are you going?
    Would you cast your jewels all to the breezes blowing?
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • O little mouse, why dost thou cry
    While merry stars laugh in the sky?
    27 lines
  • WHITHER dost thou hide from the magic of my flute-call?
    In what moonlight-tangled meshes of perfume,
    12 lines
  • WEAVERS, weaving at break of day,
    Why do you weave a garment so gay? . . .
    12 lines, 1 comment
  • To tangled paths where shy gazelles are straying,
    And parrot-plumes outshine the dying day.
    0 lines, 1 comment
  • But soon we must rise, O my heart, we must wander again
    Into the war of the world and the strife of the throng;
    0 lines, 5 comments
  • And thirst with passionate longing for the things
    That burn your brows with blood-red sufferings
    0 lines, 1 comment
  • Go back to your grave, O my Dream, under forests of snow,
    Where a heart-riven child hid you once, seven eons ago
    12 lines
  • I give thee back thy false, ephemeral vow;
    But, O beloved comrade, ere we part
    12 lines
  •         In childhood's pride I said to Thee: 
            "O Thou, who mad'st me of Thy
    34 lines
  • (Parvati at her lattice)
    O Love! were you a basil-wreath to twine
    42 lines, 3 comments
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