WHITHER dost thou hide from the magic of my flute-call? <br />In what moonlight-tangled meshes of perfume, <br />Where the clustering keovas guard the squirrel's slumber, <br />Where the deep woods glimmer with the jasmine's bloom? <br /> <br />I'll feed thee, O beloved, on milk and wild red honey, <br />I'll bear thee in a basket of rushes, green and white, <br />To a palace-bower where golden-vested maidens <br />Thread with mellow laughter the petals of delight. <br /> <br />Whither dost thou loiter, by what murmuring hollows, <br />Where oleanders scatter their ambrosial fire? <br />Come, thou subtle bride of my mellifluous wooing, <br />Come, thou silver-breasted moonbeam of de- sire!<br /><br />Sarojini Naidu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-snake-charmer/
