The Gardener 32
Tell me if this be all true, my lover, tell me if this be true.When these eyes flash their lightning the dark clouds in yourbreast make stormy answer.Is it true that my lips are sweet like the opening bud of thefirst conscious love?Do the memories of vanished months of May linger in my limbs?Does the earth, like a harp, shiver into songs with the touch of my feet?Is it then true that the dewdrops fall from the eyes of night whenI am seen, and the morning light is glad when it wraps my bodyround?Is it true, is it true, that your love travelled alone throughages and worlds in search of me?That when you found me at last, your age-long desire found utterpeace in my gentle speech and my eyes and lips and flowing hair?Is it then true that the mystery of the Infinite is written onthis little forehead of mine?Tell me, my lover, if all this be true.
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The Gardener 32 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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