Maiden Of Bali Poem by Jerome Brooke
Maiden Of Bali
Lady of Samar,
Maiden of caves,
Call now the rain,
Call the waves.
Flow free the waves,
Racing ever more, Passing the dark rocks,
Rocks along the shore.
Clouds in the black sky,
Wait for the storm.
Waves come, then strike,
Slay, fall, die.
Waves, clouds, cruel rocks,
Turn, and dance,
Dance now, spin wildly,
Play, and forever play.
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