Gitanjali and Fruit-gathering . thou didst press the signet ofeternity upon many a fleeting momentof my life. And to-day when by chance I lightupon them and see thy signature, Ifind they have lain scattered in thedust mixed with the memory of joys andsorrows of my trivial days forgotten. Thou didst not turn in contemptfrom my childish play among dust, ^ndthe steps that I heard in my playroomare the same that are echoing from starto star. 36 GITANJALI 44 This is my delight, thus to wait andwatch at the wayside where shadowchases light and the rain comes in thewake of the summer. Messengers, wit
Gitanjali and Fruit-gathering . thou didst press the signet ofeternity upon many a fleeting momentof my life. And to-day when by chance I lightupon them and see thy signature, Ifind they have lain scattered in thedust mixed with the memory of joys andsorrows of my trivial days forgotten. Thou didst not turn in contemptfrom my childish play among dust, ^ndthe steps that I heard in my playroomare the same that are echoing from starto star. 36 GITANJALI 44 This is my delight, thus to wait andwatch at the wayside where shadowchases light and the rain comes in thewake of the summer. Messengers, with tidings from un-known skies, greet me and speed alongthe road. My heart is glad within, andthe breath of the passing breeze issweet. From dawn till dusk I sit here beforemy door, and I know that of a suddenthe happy moment will arrive when Ishall see. In the meanwhile I smile and I singall alone. In the meanwhile the air isfilling with the perfume of promise. 45 Have you not heard his silent steps?He comes, comes, ever Painted by Abanindranalh Tagore Have you not heard his silent steps? GITANJALI 37 Every moment and every age, everyday and every night he comes, comes,ever comes. Many a song have I sung in many amood of mind, but all their notes havealways proclaimed, *He comes, comes,ever comes. In the fragrant days of sunny Aprilthrough the forest path he comes,comes, ever comes. In the rainy gloom of July nights onthe thundering chariot of clouds hecomes, comes, ever comes. In sorrow after sorrow it is his stepsthat press upon my heart, and it isthe golden touch of his feet thatmakes my joy to shine. 46 I KNOW not from what distant timethou art ever coming nearer to meet 38 GITANJALI me. Thy sun and stars can neverkeep thee hidden from me for aye. In many a morning and eve thyfootsteps have been heard and thymessenger has come within my heartand called me in secret. I know not why to-day my life is allastir, and a feeling of tremulous joy ispassing through my heart.
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