The Broken Wing/Ashoka Blossom
Ashoka Blossom
If a lovely maiden's foot
Treads on the Ashoka root,
Its glad branches sway and swell,
So our eastern legends tell,
Into gleaming flower,
Vivid clusters golden-red
To adorn her brow or bed
Or her marriage bower.
Treads on the Ashoka root,
Its glad branches sway and swell,
So our eastern legends tell,
Into gleaming flower,
Vivid clusters golden-red
To adorn her brow or bed
Or her marriage bower.
If your glowing foot be prest
O'er the secrets of my breast,
Love, my dreaming head would wake,
And its joyous fancies break
Into lyric bloom
To enchant the passing world
With melodious leaves unfurled
And their wild perfume.
O'er the secrets of my breast,
Love, my dreaming head would wake,
And its joyous fancies break
Into lyric bloom
To enchant the passing world
With melodious leaves unfurled
And their wild perfume.