O little mouse, why dost thou cry <br />While merry stars laugh in the sky? <br /> <br /> <br />Alas! alas! my lord is dead! <br />Ah, who will ease my bitter pain? <br />He went to seek a millet-grain <br />In the rich farmer's granary shed; <br />They caught him in a baited snare, <br />And slew my lover unaware: <br />Alas! alas! my lord is dead. <br /> <br /> <br />O little deer, why dost thou moan, <br />Hid in thy forest-bower alone? <br /> <br /> <br />Alas! alas! my lord is dead! <br />Ah! who will quiet my lament? <br /> <br /> <br />At fall of eventide he went <br />To drink beside the river-head; <br />A waiting hunter threw his dart, <br />And struck my lover through the heart. <br />Alas! alas! my lord is dead. <br /> <br /> <br />O little bride, why dost thou weep <br />With all the happy world asleep? <br /> <br /> <br />Alas! alas! my lord is dead! <br />Ah, who will stay these hungry tears, <br />Or still the want of famished years, <br />And crown with love my marriage-bed? <br />My soul burns with the quenchless fire <br />That lit my lover's funeral pyre: <br />Alas! alas! my lord is dead.<br /><br />Sarojini Naidu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/corn-grinders/
