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


The Temple bells are ringing,

The young green corn is springing,

And the marriage month is drawing very near.

I lie hidden in the grass,

And I count the moments pass,

For the month of marriages is drawing near.

Soon, ah, soon, the women spread

The appointed bridal bed

With hibiscus buds and crimson marriage flowers,

Where, when all the songs are done,

And the dear dark night begun,

I shall hold her in my happy arms for hours.

She is young and very sweet,

From the silver on her feet

To the silver and the flowers in her hair,

And her beauty makes me swoon,

As the Moghra trees at noon

Intoxicate the hot and quivering air.

Ah, I would the hours were fleet

As her silver circled feet,

I am weary of the daytime and the night;

I am weary unto death,

Oh my rose with jasmin breath,

With this longing for your beauty and your light.

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