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.
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.
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