sarojini naidu poem From grove's of spice answer
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From groves of spice,
O'er fields of rice,
athwart the lotus-stream,
I bring for you,
Aglint with drew
A little lovely dream.
Sweet,shut your eyes,
The wild fire-files
Dance through the fairy neem;
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.
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