Cradle Song, By: Sarojini Naidu

From groves of spice,

O’er fields of rice,

Athwart the lotus-stream,

I bring for you,

Aglint with dew,

A little lovely dream.

Sweet, shut your eyes,

The wild fire-flies

Dance through the fairy neem;

From the poppy-bole

For you I stole

A little lovely dream.

Dear eyes, good night,

In golden light

The stars around you gleam;

On you I Press

With soft caress

A little lovely dream.

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