PAMDINI: My sisters plucked green leaves at morn To deck the garden swing, And donned their shining golden veils For the Festival of Spring. ... But sweeter than the new-blown vines, And the call of nesting birds Are the tendrils of your hair, Beloved, And the music of your words. MAYURA: My sisters sat beside the hearth Kneading the saffron cakes, They gathered honey from the hives For the Festival of Snakes. ... Why should I wake the jewelled lords With offerings or vows, Who wear the glory of your love Like a jewel on my brows? SARASVATI: My sisters sang at evenfall A hymn of ancient rites, And kindled rows of silver lamps For the Festival of Lights. ... But I leaned against the lattice-door To watch the kindling skies, And praised the gracious gods, Beloved, For the beauty of your eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JINNY THE JUST by MATTHEW PRIOR THE MUSIC-LESSON by MATHILDE BLIND THE ENGLISH POETS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A MOTHER'S SONG by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH AN AUGUST VOICE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE ELDERLY GENTLEMAN by GEORGE CANNING THE SONG IN THE DELL by CHARLES EDWARD CARRYL |