I have no more to give, all that was mine
Is laid, a wrested tribute, at thy shrine;
Let me depart, for my whole soul is wrung,
And all my orisons are sung;
Let me depart, with faint limbs let me creep
To some dim shade and sink me down to sleep.
Is laid, a wrested tribute, at thy shrine;
Let me depart, for my whole soul is wrung,
And all my orisons are sung;
Let me depart, with faint limbs let me creep
To some dim shade and sink me down to sleep.
Sarojini Naidu - Golden Threshold
