My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.
Rabindranath TagoreA message came from my youth of vanished days, saying, 'I wait for you among the quivering of unborn May, where smiles ripen for tears and hours ache with songs unsung.' It says, 'Come to me across the worn-out track of age, through the gates of death. For dreams fade, hopes fail, the fathered fruits of the year decay, but I am the eternal truth, and you shall meet me again and again in your voyage of life from shore to shore.
Rabindranath TagoreDrunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord.
Rabindranath Tagore