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Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

The Gardener: 60

Amidst the rush and roar of life, O Beauty, carved in stone, you stand mute and still, alone and aloof.
Great Time sits enamoured at your feet and murmurs:
“Speak, speak to me, my love; speak, my bride!”
But your speech is shut up in stone, O Immovable Beauty!

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The Gardener: 14

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The Gardener: 81

Why do you whisper so faintly in m… When the flowers droop in the even… Is this how you must woo and win m… Will there be no proud ceremony fo… Will you not tie up with a wreath…
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