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If it is not my portion to meet thee in this life
then let me ever feel that I have missed thy sight
---let me not forget for a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours.

Last Curtain

© Rabindranath Tagore

I know that the day will come
when my sight of this earth shall be lost,
and life will take its leave in silence,
drawing the last curtain over my eyes.

Face To Face

© Rabindranath Tagore

Day after day, O lord of my life,
shall I stand before thee face to face.
With folded hands, O lord of all worlds,
shall I stand before thee face to face.

Distant Time

© Rabindranath Tagore

I know not from what distant time
thou art ever coming nearer to meet me.
Thy sun and stars can never keep thee hidden from me for aye.

Brink Of Eternity

© Rabindranath Tagore

In desperate hope I go and search for her
in all the corners of my room;
I find her not.

Beggarly Heart

© Rabindranath Tagore

When the heart is hard and parched up,
come upon me with a shower of mercy. When grace is lost from life,
come with a burst of song. When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides shutting me out from
beyond, come to me, my lord of silence, with thy peace and rest. When my beggarly heart sits crouched, shut up in a corner,

A Moments Indulgence

© Rabindranath Tagore

I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works
that I have in hand I will finish afterwards. Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite,
and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil. Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and
the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove. Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing

To the Moon

© Giacomo Leopardi

Oh gracious moon, now as the year turns,
I remember how, heavy with sorrow,
I climbed this hill to gaze on you,
And then as now you hung above those trees

To Silvia

© Giacomo Leopardi

Silvia, do you remember
the moments, in your mortal life,
when beauty still shone
in your sidelong, laughing eyes,

To Himself

© Giacomo Leopardi

Now will you rest forever,
My tired heart. Dead is the last
deception,
That I thought eternal. Dead. Well I

My Last Dance

© Julia Ward Howe

Then, like a gallant swimmer, flinging high
My breast against the golden waves of sound,
I rode the madd'ning tumult of the dance,
Mocking fatigue, that never could be found.

Mother Mind

I never made a poem, dear friend--I never sat me down, and said,This cunning brain and patient handShall fashion something to be read.

Winter Nightfall

The day begins to droop,--
Its course is done:
But nothing tells the place
Of the setting sun.

To the President of Magdalen College, Oxford

Since now from woodland mist and flooded clay
I am fled beside the steep Devonian shore,
Nor stand for welcome at your gothic door,
'Neath the fair tower of Magdalen and May,

The Growth of Love

So in despite of sorrow lately learn'd
I still hold true to truth since thou art true,
Nor wail the woe which thou to joy hast turn'd
Nor come the heavenly sun and bathing blue
To my life's need more splendid and unearn'd
Than hath thy gift outmatch'd desire and due.