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<h2> Kotri, by the River </h2>
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At Kotri, by the river, when the evening's sun is low,<br/>
The waving palm trees quiver, the golden waters glow,<br/>
The shining ripples shiver, descending to the sea;<br/>
At Kotri, by the river, she used to wait for me.<br/>
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So young, she was, and slender, so pale with wistful eyes<br/>
As luminous and tender as Kotri's twilight skies.<br/>
Her face broke into flowers, red flowers at the mouth,<br/>
Her voice,—she sang for hours like bulbuls in the south.<br/>
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We sat beside the water through burning summer days,<br/>
And many things I taught her of Life and all its ways<br/>
Of Love, man's loveliest duty, of Passion's reckless pain,<br/>
Of Youth, whose transient beauty comes once, but not again.<br/>
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She lay and laughed and listened beside the water's edge.<br/>
The glancing river glistened and glinted through the sedge.<br/>
Green parrots flew above her and, as the daylight died,<br/>
Her young arms drew her lover more closely to her side.<br/>
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Oh days so warm and golden! oh nights so cool and still!<br/>
When Love would not be holden, and Pleasure had his will.<br/>
Days, when in after leisure, content to rest we lay,<br/>
Nights, when her lips' soft pressure drained all my life away.<br/>
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And while we sat together, beneath the Babul trees,<br/>
The fragrant, sultry weather cooled by the river breeze,<br/>
If passion faltered ever, and left the senses free,<br/>
We heard the tireless river decending to the sea.<br/>
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I know not where she wandered, or went in after days,<br/>
Or if her youth she squandered in Love's more doubtful ways.<br/>
Perhaps, beside the river, she died, still young and fair;<br/>
Perchance the grasses quiver above her slumber there.<br/>
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At Kotri, by the river, maybe I too shall sleep<br/>
The sleep that lasts for ever, too deep for dreams; too deep.<br/>
Maybe among the shingle and sand of floods to be<br/>
Her dust and mine may mingle and float away to sea.<br/>
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Ah Kotri, by the river, when evening's sun is low,<br/>
Your faint reflections quiver, your golden ripples glow.<br/>
You knew, oh Kotri river, that love which could not last.<br/>
For me your palms still shiver with passions of the past.<br/></p>
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