The Gardener 29

Rabindranath Tagore (1861–1941) · 1913

12 lines · from The Gardener

Speak to me, my love! Tell me in words what you sang.The night is dark. The stars are lost in clouds. The wind issighing through the leaves.I will let loose my hair. My blue cloak will cling round me likenight. I will clasp your head to my bosom; and there in the sweetloneliness murmur on your heart. I will shut my eyes and listen. Iwill not look in your face.When your words are ended, we will sit still and silent. Only thetrees will whisper in the dark.The night will pale. The day will dawn. We shall look at eachother's eyes and go on our different paths.Speak to me, my love! Tell me in words what you sang.

Words in this poem

loneliness n.
The condition of being lonely; solitude; seclusion.
shall v. i.
To owe; to be under obligation for. [OE. shal, schal, imp. sholde, scholde, AS. scal, sceal, I am obliged, imp. scolde, sceolde, inf. sculan; akin to OS. skulan, pres. skal, imp. skolda, D. zullen,]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

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The Gardener 29 is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Gardener, translated by the author from the original Bengali (Macmillan, London and New York, 1913; this text the 1915 printing), Project Gutenberg ebook #6686; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

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