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Слушать(AI)The Indian Gypsy
IN tattered robes that hoard a glittering trace Of bygone colours, broidered to the knee,
Behold her, daughter of a wandering race,
Tameless, with the bold falcon's agile grace,
And the lithe tiger's sinuous majesty.
With frugal skill her simple wants she tends,
She folds her tawny heifers and her sheep On lonely meadows when the daylight ends,
Ere the quick night upon her flock descends Like a black panther from the caves of sleep.
Time's river winds in foaming centuries Its changing, swift, irrevocable course To far off and incalculable seas;
She is twin-born with primal mysteries,
And drinks of life at Time's forgotten source.
Sarojini Naidu
Sarojini Chattopadhyay Naidu (13 February 1879 – 2 March 1949) was an Indian political activist and poet. A proponent of civil rights, women's e
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