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Title: India's Love Lyrics

Author: Adela Florence Cory Nicolson (AKA Laurence Hope), et al.

Release Date: May, 2005 [EBook #8197]
Posting Date: July 29, 2009

Language: English

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Produced by Gordon Keener

INDIA'S LOVE LYRICS

By Laurence Hope

Editorial note: Laurence Hope was the pen name of Adela Florence Cory
Nicolson. Born in 1865, she was educated in England. At age 16 she
joined her father in India, where she spent most of her adult life. In
1889 she married Col. Malcolm H. Nicolson, a man twice her age. She
committed suicide two months after his death in 1904.

"Less than the Dust"

Less than the dust, beneath thy Chariot wheel,
Less than the rust, that never stained thy Sword,
Less than the trust thou hast in me, O Lord,
Even less than these!

Less than the weed, that grows beside thy door,
Less than the speed of hours spent far from thee,
Less than the need thou hast in life of me.
Even less am I.

Since I, O Lord, am nothing unto thee,
See here thy Sword, I make it keen and bright,
Love's last reward, Death, comes to me to-night,
Farewell, Zahir-u-din.

"To the Unattainable"

Oh, that my blood were water, thou athirst,
And thou and I in some far Desert land,
How would I shed it gladly, if but first
It touched thy lips, before it reached the sand.

Once,--Ah, the Gods were good to me,--I threw
Myself upon a poison snake, that crept
Where my Beloved--a lesser love we knew
Than this which now consumes me wholly--slept.

But thou; Alas, what can I do for thee?
By Fate, and thine own beauty, set above
The need of all or any aid from me,
Too high for service, as too far for love.

"In the Early, Pearly Morning":

Song by Valgovind

The fields are full of Poppies, and the skies are very blue,
By the Temple