Gitanjali and Fruit-gathering . ere for her. For all hurts and offences to her Icome to thee for forgiveness. I offer to thy service those flowersof my love that remained in bud whenshe waited for them to open. FRUIT-GATHERING 165 XLVII I FOUND a few old letters of minecarefully hidden in her box—a fewsmall toys for her memory to play a timorous heart she tried tosteal these trifles from times turbulentstream, and said, *These are mineonly! Ah, there is no one now to claimthem, who can pay their price withloving care, yet here they are still. Surely there is love in this world tosave
Gitanjali and Fruit-gathering . ere for her. For all hurts and offences to her Icome to thee for forgiveness. I offer to thy service those flowersof my love that remained in bud whenshe waited for them to open. FRUIT-GATHERING 165 XLVII I FOUND a few old letters of minecarefully hidden in her box—a fewsmall toys for her memory to play a timorous heart she tried tosteal these trifles from times turbulentstream, and said, *These are mineonly! Ah, there is no one now to claimthem, who can pay their price withloving care, yet here they are still. Surely there is love in this world tosave her from utter loss, even like thislove of hers that saved these letterswith such fond care. 166 FRUIT-GATHERING XLVIII Bring beauty and order into my for-lorn life, woman, as you brought theminto my house when you lived. Sweep away the dusty fragments ofthe hours, fill the empty jars, and mendall that has been neglected. Then open the inner door of theshrine, light the candle, and let us meetthere in silence before our Painted by ^ibanindnuuith iagorc The pain was great when the strings were beingtuned, my Master! FRUIT-GATHERING 167 XLIX The pain was great when the stringswere being tuned, my Master! Begin your music, and let me forgetthe pain; let me feel in beauty whatyou had in your mind through thosepitiless days. The waning night lingers at mydoors, let her take her leave in songs. Pour your heart into my life strings,my Master, in tunes that descend fromyour stars. 168 FRUIT-GATHERING L In the lightning flash of a momentI have seen the immensity of yourcreation in my Kfe—creation throughmany a death from world to world. I weep at my unworthiness when Isee my life in the hands of the unmean-ing hours,—but when I see it in yourhands I know it is too precious to besquandered among shadows. FRUIT-GATHERING 169 LI I KNOW that at the dim end of someday the sun will bid me its farewell. Shepherds will play their pipes be-neath the banyan trees, and cattlegraze on
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