One, with star-blossomed champak wreathed, wooes him to rest his head On the dark pillow of her breast so tenderly outspread ; • And o'er his brow with roses blown she fans a fragrance rare, That falls on the enchanted sense like rain in thirsty air,... The Indian Song of Songs: From the Sanskrit of the Gîta Govinda of Jayadeva - Page 17 de Jayadeva, Sir Edwin Arnold - 1875 - 144 pages Affichage du livre entier -
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