I know that the day will come when my sight of this earth shall… and life will take its leave in si… drawing the last curtain over my e… Yet stars will watch at night,
I shall gladly suffer the pride of… if only in some happy future I am… forest. The herd—boy who grazes his cattle… tree, and idly weaves gunja flower…
Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not. Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own. Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger. I am uneasy at h...
Things throng and laugh loud in th… and whirl like children. Man’s min… thoughts long to be the playmates… Our dreams, drifting in the stream… arms to clutch the earth, —their e…
Traveller, must you go? The night is still and the darknes… The lamps are bright in our balcon… Is the time for your parting come? Traveller, must you go?
In the village they call her the d… but to me she is the flower Krishn… On a cloudy day in a field I saw the dark girl’s dark gazelle… She had no covering on her head,
The time that my journey takes is… I came out on the chariot of the f… voyage through the wildernesses of… It is the most distant course that… and that training is the most intr…
“Come to us, youth, tell us truly… “I know not what wine of wild popp… “Ah, shame!” “Well, some are wise and some fool… “Youth, why do you stand so still…
Bless this little heart, this whit… heaven for our earth. He loves the light of the sun, he… mother’s face. He has not learned to despise the…
Peace, my heart, let the time for… Let it not be a death but complete… Let love melt into memory and pain… Let the flight through the sky end… Let the last touch of your hands b…
I found a few old letters of mine carefully hidden in thy box—a few small toys for thy memory to play with. With a timorous heart thou didst try to steal these trifles from the...
Would you put your wreath of fresh… But you must know that the one wre… It is too late to ask my heart in… There was a time when my life was… Now it is squandered far and wide.
I WANT TO give you something, m… Our lives will be carried apart, a… But I am not so foolish as to hop… Young is your life, your path long… You have your play and your playma…
It is only the revelation of You… that is endlessly new and eternall… and that gives the only meaning to… we feel Your rhythmic throb as sou… world in our own souls; then are w…
Mother, the light has grown grey i… the time is. There is no fun in my play, so I… Saturday, our holiday. Leave off your work, mother; sit h…