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Leili

Rating: 2.8

The serpents are asleep among the poppies,
The fireflies light the soundless panther's way
To tangled paths where shy gazelles are straying,
And parrot-plumes outshine the dying day.
O soft! the lotus-buds upon the stream
Are stirring like sweet maidens when they dream.


A caste-mark on the azure brows of Heaven,
The golden moon burns sacred, solemn, bright

The winds are dancing in the forest-temple,
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kirti 09 April 2018

I loved it aloooootttttt

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Filip Pettersson 22 October 2006

Does some one know anything about the title?

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