by: Sarojini Naidu (1879-1949)
- IKE a joy
on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,
The wild wind blows in a cloud.
- Hark to a voice that is calling
To my heart in the voice of the wind:
My heart is weary and sad and alone,
For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone,
And why should I stay behind?
POEMS BY SAROJINI NAIDU
"Autumn Song" is reprinted
from The Golden Threshold. Sarojini Naidu. New York: John
Lane Company, 1916.