Poem – Leili – Sarojini Naidu 

The serpents are asleep among the poppies, The fireflies light the soundless panther’s way 

To tangled paths where shy gazelles are straying, 

And parrot-plumes outshine the dying day. 

O soft! the lotus-buds upon the stream 

Are stirring like sweet maidens when they dream. 

A caste-mark on the azure brows of Heaven, 

The golden moon burns sacred, solemn, bright 

The winds are dancing in the forest-temple, 

And swooning at the holy feet of Night. 

Hush! in the silence mystic voices sing 

And make the gods their incense-offering.

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