Lightly, O lightly we bear her along,
She sways like a flower in the wind of our song;
She skims like a bird on the foam of a stream,
She floats like a laugh from the lips of a dream.
Gaily, O gaily we glide and we sing,
We bear her along like a pearl on a string.
Softly, O softly we bear her along,
She hangs like a star in the dew of our song;
She springs like a beam on the brow of the tide,
She falls like a tear from the eyes of a bride.
Lightly, O lightly we glide and we sing,
We bear her along like a pearl on a string.
--- Sarojini Naidu
(The Nightingale of India)
This verse we had in our course, 9th grade..!
ReplyDeleteI loved it bigggg time. :)))
Ya we, too had it. But I can appreciate it much much better now. The metaphors are fantabulous!
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