SUTTEE

by: Sarojini Naidu (1879-1949)

      AMP of my life, the lips of Death
      Hath blown thee out with their sudden breath;
      Naught shall revive thy vanished spark . . .
      Love, must I dwell in the living dark?
       
      Tree of my life, Death's cruel foot
      Hath crushed thee down to thy hidden root;
      Nought shall restore thy glory fled . . .
      Shall the blossom live when the tree is dead?
       
      Life of my life, Death's bitter sword
      Hath severed us like a broken word,
      Rent us in twain who are but one . .
      Shall the flesh survive when the soul is gone?

"Suttee" is reprinted from The Golden Threshold. Sarojini Naidu. New York: John Lane Company, 1916.

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