Rabindranath Tagore - The Gardener LVII: I Plucked Your Flower

Rabindranath Tagore - The Gardener LVII: I Plucked Your Flower

I plucked your flower, O world! br I pressed it to my heart and the br thorn pricked. br When the day waned and it br darkened, I found that the flower had br faded, but the pain remained. br More flowers will come to you with br perfume and pride, O world! br But my time for flower-gathering br is over, and through the dark night br I have not my rose, only the pain br remains.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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