Sir Rabindranath Tagore - The Gardener XXXIV: Do Not Go, My Love

Sir Rabindranath Tagore - The Gardener XXXIV: Do Not Go, My Love

Do not go, my love, without asking br my leave. br I have watched all night, and now br my eyes are heavy with sleep. br I fear lest I lose you when I'm br sleeping. br Do not go, my love, without asking br my leave. br I start up and stretch my hands to br touch you. I ask myself, "Is it a br dream?" br Could I but entangle your feet with br my heart and hold them fast to my br breast! br Do not go, my love, without asking br my leave.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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