A poem by Violet Nicolson, Lawrence Hope, Adela Florence Cory Nicolson (1865 – 1904)


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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