Gitanjali 21
I must launch out my boat. The languid hours pass by on the shore—Alasfor me!
The spring has done its flowering and taken leave. And now with theburden of faded futile flowers I wait and linger.
The waves have become clamorous, and upon the bank in the shady lanethe yellow leaves flutter and fall.
What emptiness do you gaze upon! Do you not feel a thrill passingthrough the air with the notes of the far-away song floating from theother shore?
Words in this poem
- futile a.
- Talkative; loquacious; tattling. [L. futilis that easily pours out, that easily lets loose, vain, worthless, from the root of fundere to pour out: cf. F. futile. See Fuse, v. t.]
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
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Gitanjali 21 is in the public domain. This text is taken from Gitanjali (Song Offerings), a collection of prose translations made by the author from the original Bengali, with an introduction by W. B. Yeats (India Society, London, 1912), Project Gutenberg ebook #7164; 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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