The Gardener 34
Do not go, my love, without asking my leave.I have watched all night, and now my eyes are heavy with sleep.I fear lest I lose you when I am sleeping.Do not go, my love, without asking my leave.
I start up and stretch my hands to touch you. I ask myself, "Is it a dream?"Could I but entangle your feet with my heart and hold them fast to my breast!Do not go, my love, without asking my leave.
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The Gardener 34 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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