A Child's Henna Poem

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Posted by Dawn R on October 4, 2001 at 23:32:48:

This was written about one hundred years ago.

IN PRAISE OF HENNA

A kokila called from a henna-spray:
LIRA! LIREE! LIRA! LIREE!
Hasten, maidens, hasten away
To gather the leaves of the henna-tree.
Send your pitchers afloat on the tide,
Gather the leaves ere the dawn be old,
Grind them in mortars of amber and gold,
The fresh green leaves of the henna-tree.

A kokila called from a henna-spray:
LIRA! LIREE! LIRA! LIREE!
Hasten maidens, hasten away
To gather the leaves of the henna-tree.
The tilka's red for the brow of a bride,
And betel-nut's red for lips that are sweet;
But, for lily-like fingers and feet,
The red, the red of the henna-tree.

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beautiful! (nt) Alissa 19:18:54 10/5/2001 (0)
Re: A Child's Henna Poem Sondarya 13:31:11 10/5/2001 (0)

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: This was written about one hundred years ago. : : IN PRAISE OF HENNA : : A kokila called from a henna-spray: : LIRA! LIREE! LIRA! LIREE! : Hasten, maidens, hasten away : To gather the leaves of the henna-tree. : Send your pitchers afloat on the tide, : Gather the leaves ere the dawn be old, : Grind them in mortars of amber and gold, : The fresh green leaves of the henna-tree. : : : : A kokila called from a henna-spray: : LIRA! LIREE! LIRA! LIREE! : Hasten maidens, hasten away : To gather the leaves of the henna-tree. : The tilka's red for the brow of a bride, : And betel-nut's red for lips that are sweet; : But, for lily-like fingers and feet, : The red, the red of the henna-tree.
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