Sarojini Naidu .
GOLDEN
CASSIA .
O
BRILLIANT blossoms that
strew
my way,
You
are
only
woodland
flowers ,
they
say.
But I sometimes
think that
perchance
you are
Fragments
of
some
new -fallen
star ;
Or
golden
lamps
for
a fairy
shrine ,
Or golden
pitchers
for
fairy
wine
.
Perchance
you
are
,
O
frail
and
sweet
!
Bright
anklet
-
bells
from
the wild
spring
's
feet
?
Or the gleaming
tears
that some fair
bride
shed
Remembering
her
lost maidenhead
.
But
now
,
in
the memoried
dusk
you
seem
The glimmering
ghosts
of
a
byegone dream
.
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