Poems by Themis

The Gopi

I go to fetch the water

From the Yamuna rill;

I know you will be there, Love,

I have two pots to fill:

The one is for my mother-in-law,

Of whom I stand in trembling awe;

That is the pot upon my head,

May it sink to the river-bed!

The other I in secret bring

Most quietly to You, my King;

 The pitcher of my heart to fill

With the sweet waters of your Will.

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