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poem on love and death of sarojini naidu​

Answer 1

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I dreamed my love had set thy spirit free,

I dreamed my love had set thy spirit free,Enfranchised thee from Fate's o'ermastering power,

I dreamed my love had set thy spirit free,Enfranchised thee from Fate's o'ermastering power,And girt thy being with a scatheless dower

I dreamed my love had set thy spirit free,Enfranchised thee from Fate's o'ermastering power,And girt thy being with a scatheless dowerOf rich and joyous immortality;

I dreamed my love had set thy spirit free,Enfranchised thee from Fate's o'ermastering power,And girt thy being with a scatheless dowerOf rich and joyous immortality;Of Love, I dreamed my soul had ransomed thee,

I dreamed my love had set thy spirit free,Enfranchised thee from Fate's o'ermastering power,And girt thy being with a scatheless dowerOf rich and joyous immortality;Of Love, I dreamed my soul had ransomed thee,In thy lone, dread, incalculable hour

I dreamed my love had set thy spirit free,Enfranchised thee from Fate's o'ermastering power,And girt thy being with a scatheless dowerOf rich and joyous immortality;Of Love, I dreamed my soul had ransomed thee,In thy lone, dread, incalculable hourFrom those pale hands at which all mortals cower,

I dreamed my love had set thy spirit free,Enfranchised thee from Fate's o'ermastering power,And girt thy being with a scatheless dowerOf rich and joyous immortality;Of Love, I dreamed my soul had ransomed thee,In thy lone, dread, incalculable hourFrom those pale hands at which all mortals cower,And conquered Death by Love, like Savitri.

I dreamed my love had set thy spirit free,Enfranchised thee from Fate's o'ermastering power,And girt thy being with a scatheless dowerOf rich and joyous immortality;Of Love, I dreamed my soul had ransomed thee,In thy lone, dread, incalculable hourFrom those pale hands at which all mortals cower,And conquered Death by Love, like Savitri.When I awoke, alas, my love was vain

I dreamed my love had set thy spirit free,Enfranchised thee from Fate's o'ermastering power,And girt thy being with a scatheless dowerOf rich and joyous immortality;Of Love, I dreamed my soul had ransomed thee,In thy lone, dread, incalculable hourFrom those pale hands at which all mortals cower,And conquered Death by Love, like Savitri.When I awoke, alas, my love was vainE'en to annul one throe of destined pain,

I dreamed my love had set thy spirit free,Enfranchised thee from Fate's o'ermastering power,And girt thy being with a scatheless dowerOf rich and joyous immortality;Of Love, I dreamed my soul had ransomed thee,In thy lone, dread, incalculable hourFrom those pale hands at which all mortals cower,And conquered Death by Love, like Savitri.When I awoke, alas, my love was vainE'en to annul one throe of destined pain,Or by one heart-beat to prolong thy breath;

I dreamed my love had set thy spirit free,Enfranchised thee from Fate's o'ermastering power,And girt thy being with a scatheless dowerOf rich and joyous immortality;Of Love, I dreamed my soul had ransomed thee,In thy lone, dread, incalculable hourFrom those pale hands at which all mortals cower,And conquered Death by Love, like Savitri.When I awoke, alas, my love was vainE'en to annul one throe of destined pain,Or by one heart-beat to prolong thy breath;O Love, alas, that love could not assuage

I dreamed my love had set thy spirit free,Enfranchised thee from Fate's o'ermastering power,And girt thy being with a scatheless dowerOf rich and joyous immortality;Of Love, I dreamed my soul had ransomed thee,In thy lone, dread, incalculable hourFrom those pale hands at which all mortals cower,And conquered Death by Love, like Savitri.When I awoke, alas, my love was vainE'en to annul one throe of destined pain,Or by one heart-beat to prolong thy breath;O Love, alas, that love could not assuageThe burden of thy human heritage,

I dreamed my love had set thy spirit free,Enfranchised thee from Fate's o'ermastering power,And girt thy being with a scatheless dowerOf rich and joyous immortality;Of Love, I dreamed my soul had ransomed thee,In thy lone, dread, incalculable hourFrom those pale hands at which all mortals cower,And conquered Death by Love, like Savitri.When I awoke, alas, my love was vainE'en to annul one throe of destined pain,Or by one heart-beat to prolong thy breath;O Love, alas, that love could not assuageThe burden of thy human heritage,Or save thee from the swift decreeses Death

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Answer 2

Answer:

Love and Death

by Sarojini Naidu

I dreamed my love had set thy spirit free,

Enfranchised thee from Fate's o'ermastering power,

And girt thy being with a scatheless dower

Of rich and joyous immortality;

Of Love, I dreamed my soul had ransomed thee,

In thy lone, dread, incalculable hour

From those pale hands at which all mortals cower,

And conquered Death by Love, like Savitri.

When I awoke, alas, my love was vain

E'en to annul one throe of destined pain,

Or by one heart-beat to prolong thy breath;

O Love, alas, that love could not assuage

The burden of thy human heritage,

Or save thee from the swift decrees of Death.