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Cover mine eyes,
O my Love!
Mine eyes that are weary of bliss As of light that is poignant and strong O silence my lips with a kiss,
My lips that are weary of song!
Shelter my soul,
O my love!
My soul is bent low with the pain And the burden of love, like the grace Of a flower that is smitten with rain:
O shelter my soul from thy face!
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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