A History of Indian Literature v3.c35.s6.19
A History of Indian Literature v3.c35.s6.19
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v3.c35.s6.19
“Red, yellow and brown,
There yonder shine the crests of clouds,
Now the dusk is making them appear in their best.
Touching them to a finish,
Wishing my curly Love,
Just glanced that way.”