Sarojini Naidu - Alabaster lyrics

Like this alabaster box whose art Is frail as a ca**ia-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 pa**ionate memories blent Like odours of cinnamon, sandal and clove, Of song and sorrow and life and love.