AUTUMN SONG
by: Sarojini Naidu (1879-1949)
- IKE a joy
on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,
The wild wind blows in a cloud.
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- Hark to a voice that is calling
To my heart in the voice of the wind:
My heart is weary and sad and alone,
For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone,
And why should I stay behind?
"Autumn Song" is reprinted
from The Golden Threshold. Sarojini Naidu. New York: John
Lane Company, 1916. |
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