The year's at the spring/Naidu, Sarojini

Cradle-Song

FROM groves of spice,
O'er fields of rice,
Athwart the lotus-stream,
⁠I bring for you,
⁠Aglint with dew,
A little lovely dream.

Sweet, shut your eyes,
The wild fire-flies
Dance through the fairy neem;^[1]
⁠From the poppy-bole
⁠For you I stole
A little lovely dream.

Dear eyes, good-night,
In golden light
The stars around you gleam;
⁠On you I press
⁠With soft caress
A little lovely dream.

SAROJINI NAIDU

1. A lilac-tree (Hindustani).