Once in the dream of a night I stood Lone in the light of a magical wood, Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang; And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang, And spirits of Love were the stars that… — Sarojini Naidu Copy Share Image
“To quench my longing I bent me low By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow In that magical wood in the land of sleep.” — Sarojini Naidu Copy Share Image
