Friday, July 25, 2014

morning in the fairy-garden - Tagore poem

This is my delight, thus to wait and watch at the wayside where shadow
    chases light and the rain comes in the wake of the summer.
Messengers, with tidings from unknown skies, greet me
    and speed along the road. My heart is glad within,
    and the breath of the passing breeze is sweet.
From dawn till dusk I sit here before my door, and I know
that of a sudden the happy moment will arrive when
I shall see.
In the meanwhile I smile and I sing all alone.
In the meanwhile the air is filling with
the perfume of promise.

--Rabindranath Tagore

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