Potential Titles: Sarojini Naidu

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My heart, carven with delicate dreams - Sarojini Naidu "Alabaster"

Wrought with many a subtle and exquisite thought - Sarojini Naidu "Alabaster"

A joy on the heart of a sorrow - Sarojini Naidu "Autumn Song"

A golden storm of glittering sheaves - Sarojini Naidu "Autumn Song"

Calling to my heart in the voice of the wind - Sarojini Naidu "Autumn Song"

He who holds the storm by the hair - Sarojini Naidu "Coromandel Fishers"

For you I stole a little lovely dream - Sarojini Naidu "Cradle-Song"

Shattered armies and stamped empires dead - Sarojini Naidu "Damayante to Nala in the Hour of Exile"

Hope's triumphant keen flame-carven sword - Sarojini Naidu "Damayante to Nala in the Hour of Exile"

Jasmine garlands to adorn her bed - Sarojini Naidu "Dirge"

Put by the mirror of her bridal days - Sarojini Naidu "Dirge"

The moonless vigils of her lonely night - Sarojini Naidu "Dirge"

Memory's tears are cold upon thy face - Sarojini Naidu "Imperial Delhi"

Unbroken symbol of proud histories - Sarojini Naidu "Imperial Delhi"

Unageing priestess of old mysteries - Sarojini Naidu "Imperial Delhi"

Before whose shrine the spells of Death are vain - Sarojini Naidu "Imperial Delhi"

Grind them in mortars of amber and gold - Sarojini Naidu "In Praise of Henna"

Let us burn the dear dreams that are dead - Sarojini Naidu "In the Forest"

Let us burn them in noon's flaming torches - Sarojini Naidu "In the Forest"

Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth - Sarojini Naidu "Indian Dancers"

That glimmer around them in fountains of light - Sarojini Naidu "Indian Dancers"

That cleaveth the stars like a wail of desire - Sarojini Naidu "Indian Dancers"

Morning sows her tents of gold on fields of ivory - Sarojini Naidu "Indian Love-Song"

Under a sunset sky of dreams diaphanous - Sarojini Naidu "June Sunset"

Fragrant and fresh delights unfold - Sarojini Naidu "June Sunset"

Under a sunset sky of dreams - Sarojini Naidu "June Sunset"

The glint and whirl of swift wild wings - Sarojini Naidu "June Sunset"

The serpents are asleep among the poppies - Sarojini Naidu "Leili"

The fireflies light the soundless panther's way - Sarojini Naidu "Leili"

And borne the conflict of dream-shattering years - Sarojini Naidu "Life"

Wounded with fierce desire and worn with strife - Sarojini Naidu "Life"

The shrines I have raised in the clefts of my heart - Sarojini Naidu "My Dead Dream"

Jewelled with embers of opal and peridote [sic] - Sarojini Naidu "Nightfall in the City of Hyderabad"

A laugh from the lips of a dream - Sarojini Naidu "Palanquin Bearers"

Time lifts the curtain unawares - Sarojini Naidu "The Pardah Nashin"

That hastens to forget old longings - Sarojini Naidu "Past and Future"

With all my blossoming hopes unharvested - Sarojini Naidu "The Poet to Death"

Till all my human hungers are fulfilled - Sarojini Naidu "The Poet to Death"

Mad dreams are mine to bind - Sarojini Naidu "The Poet's Love-Song"

A voiceless captive to my conquering song - Sarojini Naidu "The Poet's Love-Song"

When an ecstasy of starry silence sleeps - Sarojini Naidu "The Poet's Love-Song"

Whose spacious darkness guards your dust - Sarojini Naidu "The Royal Tombs of Golconda"

That hold your ancient wars in trust - Sarojini Naidu "The Royal Tombs of Golconda"

Across the wind's unquiet tides - Sarojini Naidu "The Royal Tombs of Golconda"

The glimmering music of your spears - Sarojini Naidu "The Royal Tombs of Golconda"

Hide from the magic of my flute-call - Sarojini Naidu "The Snake-Charmer"

Moonlight-tangled meshes of perfume - Sarojini Naidu "The Snake-Charmer"

Guard the squirrel's slumber - Sarojini Naidu "The Snake-Charmer"

The honey-birds pipe to the budding figs - Sarojini Naidu "Spring"

Kingfishers ruffle the feathery sedge - Sarojini Naidu "Spring"

When dawn's first cymbals beat upon the sky - Sarojini Naidu "Street Cries"

The broken secrets of our pride - Sarojini Naidu "To a Buddha Seated on a Lotus"

With faith that sinks and feet that tire - Sarojini Naidu "To a Buddha Seated on a Lotus"

Together drunk of many an alien dawn - Sarojini Naidu "To Youth"

And plucked the fruit of many an alien sky - Sarojini Naidu "To Youth"

Would you cast your jewels to all the breezes blowing? - Sarojini Naidu "Village-Song"

The bridal-songs and cradle-songs have cadences of sorrow - Sarojini Naidu "Village-Song"

Where the voice of the wind calls our wandering feet - Sarojini Naidu "Wandering Singers"

The sword of old battles, the crown of old kings - Sarojini Naidu "Wandering Singers"

The voice of the wind is the voice of our fate - Sarojini Naidu "Wandering Singers"


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