The serpents are asleep among the poppies, <br />The fireflies light the soundless panther's way <br />To tangled paths where shy gazelles are straying, <br />And parrot-plumes outshine the dying day. <br />O soft! the lotus-buds upon the stream <br />Are stirring like sweet maidens when they dream. <br /> <br /> <br />A caste-mark on the azure brows of Heaven, <br />The golden moon burns sacred, solemn, bright <br />The winds are dancing in the forest-temple, <br />And swooning at the holy feet of Night. <br />Hush! in the silence mystic voices sing <br />And make the gods their incense-offering.<br /><br />Sarojini Naidu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/leili/
