Monday, March 29, 2010

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The Poet's Love-Song

In noon-tide hours, O Love, secure and strong,
I need thee not; mad dreams are mine to bind
The world to my desire, and hold the wind
A voiceless captive to my conquering song.
I need thee not, I am content with these:
Keep silence in thy soul, beyond the seas!

But in the desolate hour of midnight, when
An ectasy of starry silence sleeps
And my soul hungers for thy voice, O then,
Love, like the magic of wild melodies,
Let thy soul answer mine across the seas.


Sarojini Naidu


Estrella said...

Realmente mágicas; tanto la letra como las imágenes...

Juniper said...

What a beautiful poem. Thank you for posting it, and the series of pictures you chose are entirely captivating and very fitting.

The Wanderers' Daughter said...

LOVE the shadow images! Dreamy.