Alabaster

Sarojini Naidu

Like this alabaster box whose art 
Is frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart, 
Carven with delicate dreams and wrought 
With many a subtle and exquisite thought.

Therein I treasure the spice and scent 
Of rich and passionate memories blent 
Like odours of cinnamon, sandal and clove, 
Of song and sorrow and life and love.