Laurence Hope

(1865-1904 / India)

Laurence Hope Poems

1. Lost Delight 9/28/2010
2. Love Lightly 9/28/2010
3. My Paramour Was Loneliness 9/28/2010
4. Surface Rights 9/28/2010
5. The Rice Was Under Water 9/28/2010
6. Though In My Firmament Thou Wilt Not Shine 9/28/2010
7. To The Unattainable 9/28/2010
8. Golden Eyes 9/28/2010
9. I Arise And Go Down To The River 9/28/2010
10. Afridi Love 9/28/2010
11. Atavism 9/28/2010
12. Camp Follower's Song, Gomal River 9/28/2010
13. Dedication 9/28/2010
14. Feroke 9/28/2010
15. Feroza 9/28/2010
16. From Behind The Lattice 9/28/2010
17. Hira-Singh's Farewell To Burmah 9/28/2010
18. His Rubies: Told By Valgovind 9/28/2010
19. I Shall Forget 9/28/2010
20. Kashmiri Song 9/28/2010
21. Kashmiri Song By Juma 9/28/2010
22. Khan Zada's Song On The Hillside 9/28/2010
23. Khristna And His Flute 9/28/2010
24. Kotri, By The River 9/28/2010
25. Lalila, To The Ferengi Lover 9/28/2010
26. Lallji My Desire 9/28/2010
27. Lines By Taj Mahomed 9/28/2010
28. Listen, Beloved 9/28/2010
29. Deserted Gipsy's Song: Hillside Camp 9/28/2010
30. Disappointment 9/28/2010
31. Early Love 9/28/2010
32. Famine Song 9/28/2010
33. Fancy 9/28/2010
34. Farewell 9/28/2010
35. Malaria 9/28/2010
36. Malay Song 9/28/2010
37. Middle-Age 9/28/2010
38. My Desire 9/28/2010
39. Nay, Not To-Night 9/28/2010
40. No Rival Like The Past 9/28/2010
Best Poem of Laurence Hope

The Teak Forest

Whether I loved you who shall say?
Whether I drifted down your way
In the endless River of Chance and Change,
And you woke the strange
Unknown longings that have no names,
But burn us all in their hidden flames,
Who shall say?

Life is a strange and a wayward thing:
We heard the bells of the Temples ring,
The married children, in passing, sing.
The month of marriage, the month of spring,
Was full of the breath of sunburnt flowers
That bloom in a fiercer light than ours,
And, under a sky more fiercely blue,
I came to you!

You told me tales of ...

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The Rice Was Under Water

The Rice was under water, and the land was scourged with rain,
The nights were desolation, and the day was born in pain.
Ah, the famine and the fever and the cruel, swollen streams,
I had died, except for Krishna, who consoled me--in my dreams!

The Burning-Ghats were smoking, and the jewels melted down,
The Temples lay deserted, for the people left the town.
Yet I was more than happy, though passing strange it seems,
For I spent my nights with Krishna, who loved me--in my dreams!

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