The Gardener 37
Would you put your wreath of fresh flowers on my neck, fair one?But you must know that the one wreath that I had woven is for themany, for those who are seen in glimpses, or dwell in landsunexplored, or live in poets' songs.
It is too late to ask my heart in return for yours.There was a time when my life was like a bud, all its perfume wasstored in its core.Now it is squandered far and wide.Who knows the enchantment that can gather and shut it up again?My heart is not mine to give to one only, it is given to the many.
Words in this poem
- dwell v. i.
- To delay; to linger. [OE. dwellen, dwelien, to err, linger, AS. dwellan to deceive, hinder, delay, dwelian to err; akin to Icel. dvelja to delay, tarry, Sw. dväljas to dwell, Dan. dv]
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
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The Gardener 37 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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