Gitanjali and Fruit-gathering . oems con-tained in three books—Naivedya,KheyS., and Gitanjali—to be had atthe Indian Publishing House, 22CornwalHs Street, Calcutta; and ofa few poems which have appearedonly in periodicals. 95 FRUIT-GATHERING Bid me and I shall gather my fruits tobring them in full baskets into yourcourtyard, though some are lost andsome not ripe. For the season grows heavy with itsfulness, and there is a plaintive shep-herds pipe in the shade. Bid me and I shall set sail on theriver. The March wind is fretful, frettingthe languid waves into murmurs. The garden has yielded its
Gitanjali and Fruit-gathering . oems con-tained in three books—Naivedya,KheyS., and Gitanjali—to be had atthe Indian Publishing House, 22CornwalHs Street, Calcutta; and ofa few poems which have appearedonly in periodicals. 95 FRUIT-GATHERING Bid me and I shall gather my fruits tobring them in full baskets into yourcourtyard, though some are lost andsome not ripe. For the season grows heavy with itsfulness, and there is a plaintive shep-herds pipe in the shade. Bid me and I shall set sail on theriver. The March wind is fretful, frettingthe languid waves into murmurs. The garden has yielded its all, andin the weary hour of evening the callcomes from your house on the shore inthe sunset. 100 FEUIT-GATHERING n My life when young was like a flower—a flower that loosens a petal or twofrom her abundance and never feelsthe loss when the spring breeze comesto beg at her door. Now at the end of youth my life islike a fruit, having nothing to spare,and waiting to offer herself completelywith her full burden of Painted by Ahanindranath Tagore Is summers festival only for fresh blossoms and notalso for withered leaves and faded flowers ? FRUIT-GATHERING 101 ni Is summers festival only for freshblossoms and not also for witheredleaves and faded flowers? Is the song of the sea in tune onlywith the rising waves? Does it not also sing with the wavesthat fall? Jewels are woven into the carpetwhere stands my king, but there arepatient clods waiting to be touched byhis feet. Few are the wise and the great whosit by my Master, but he has taken thefoolish in his arms and made me hisservant for ever. 102 FRUIT-GATHERING IV I WOKE and found his letter with themorning. I do not know what it says, for Icannot read. I shall leave the wise man alone withhis books, I shall not trouble him, forwho knows if he can read what theletter says. Let me hold it to my forehead andpress it to my heart. When the night grows still and starscome out one by one I will spread iton my lap and
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