Laurence Hope

(1865-1904 / India)

Laurence Hope Poems

1. The Teak Forest 9/28/2010
2. Adoration 9/28/2010
3. In The Early, Pearly Morning 9/28/2010
4. Unforgotten 9/28/2010
5. Till I Wake 9/28/2010
6. Two Songs By Sitara, Of Kashmir 9/28/2010
7. The Jungle Flower 9/28/2010
8. Dedication To Malcolm Nicolson 9/28/2010
9. Request 9/28/2010
10. Memory 9/28/2010
11. Reverie Ofmahomed Akram At The Tamarind Tank 9/28/2010
12. The Bride 9/28/2010
13. When Love Is Over 9/28/2010
14. Verses 9/28/2010
15. Marriage Thoughts: By Morsellin Khan 9/28/2010
16. Mahomed Akram's Appeal To The Stars 9/28/2010
17. Rutland Gate 9/28/2010
18. Among The Rice Fields 9/28/2010
19. Ashore 9/28/2010
20. Back To The Border 9/28/2010
21. Fate Knows No Tears 9/28/2010
22. Feroke 9/28/2010
23. Feroza 9/28/2010
24. From Behind The Lattice 9/28/2010
25. Hira-Singh's Farewell To Burmah 9/28/2010
26. His Rubies: Told By Valgovind 9/28/2010
27. I Shall Forget 9/28/2010
28. Kashmiri Song 9/28/2010
29. Kashmiri Song By Juma 9/28/2010
30. Khan Zada's Song On The Hillside 9/28/2010
31. Khristna And His Flute 9/28/2010
32. Kotri, By The River 9/28/2010
33. Lalila, To The Ferengi Lover 9/28/2010
34. Lallji My Desire 9/28/2010
35. Lines By Taj Mahomed 9/28/2010
36. Listen, Beloved 9/28/2010
37. Camp Follower's Song, Gomal River 9/28/2010
38. Dedication 9/28/2010
39. Atavism 9/28/2010
40. Afridi Love 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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