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						The Poet To Death by Sarojini Naidu 
						
						TARRY a while, O Death, I cannot die  While yet my sweet life burgeons with its spring;  Fair is my youth, and rich the echoing boughs  Where dhadikulas sing. 
 
  Tarry a while, O Death, I cannot die  With all my blossoming hopes unharvested,  My joys ungarnered, all my songs unsung,  And all my tears unshed. 
 
  Tarry a while, till I am satisfied  Of love and grief, of earth and altering sky;  Till all my human hungers are fulfilled,  O Death, I cannot die! 						 
						
						
						
						
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