Sampan Song

A little breeze blew over the sea,
    And it came from far away,
Across the fields of millet and rice,
All warm with sunshine and sweet with spice,
It lifted his curls and kissed him thrice,
    As upon the deck he lay.

It said, "Oh, idle upon the sea,
    Awake and with sleep have done,
Haul up the widest sail of the prow,
And come with me to the rice fields now,
She longs, oh, how can I tell you how,
    To show you your first-born son!"

Adela Florence Cory Nicolson

Adela Florence Nicolson, better known by her pen name Laurence Hope, was an English poet who gained popularity in the early 20th century for her verse inspired by Indian themes and settings. She was born on April 9, 1865, in Stoke Bishop, England. Nicolson's work is often associated with themes of love, longing, and the exoticism of the East. She tragically ended her own life on October 4, 1904. Despite her short life, her poetry left a lasting impact and continues to be read and appreciated.

Adela Florence Cory Nicolson

To The Unattainable

Adela Florence Cory Nicolson, Simple Poetry

Dedication to Malcolm Nicolson

Adela Florence Cory Nicolson, Simple Poetry

Khristna and His Flute

Adela Florence Cory Nicolson, Simple Poetry

Golden Eyes

Adela Florence Cory Nicolson, Simple Poetry

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The song of Tigilau the brave,
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In the clear, blue bay, -
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