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680	Naidu, Sarojini	The Golden Threshold			.txt	text/plain	8320	706	91	little, and in a low voice, like gentle music; and she seemed, Her desire, always, was to be "a wild free thing of the air like in the beauty like wine, "wine, golden and scented, and shining, She sways like a flower in the wind of our song; She hangs like a star in the dew of our song; She falls like a tear from the eyes of a bride. The laughter of the sun to-day, the wind of death to-morrow. Glides my heart into thy fingers, O my Love! Where the night-wind, like a lover, leans above Hides thy heart within my bosom, O my love! Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow, Of song and sorrow and life and love. Are stirring like sweet maidens when they dream. Love, like the magic of wild melodies, Like seven bright petals of Beauty's flower	./cache/680.txt	./txt/680.txt