But the ripple of running
Water in the reeds.
We came to London, lost in November mist:
In an ash-grey dawn at Tilbury dock
I longed for the warmth of a kiss
Of sunlight.
In the busy streets
Were cavalcades of people
Hurrying in a heat of hope.
But I saw only
The wheat-field, the tea-slope . . .
A cow at rest.
And longed for the soft, shoeless tread
Of a village boy . . .
Love Lyrics For Binya Devi
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Your face streamed April rain,
As you climbed the steep hill,
Calling the white cow home.
You seemed very tiny
On the windswept mountainside;
A twist of hair lay
Strung across your forehead
And your torn blue skirt
Clung to your tender thighs.
You smiled through the blind white rain
And gave me the salt kiss of your lips,
Salt mingled with raindrop and mint,
And left me there, where I had come to fetch you-
So gallant in the blistering rain!
And you ran home laughing;
But it was worth the drenching.
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