The Complete Poetical Works of Rabindranath Tagore. Rabindranath Tagore

My bride starts up with fear and delight, she trembles and clings to my breast.

       Long have I served her tenderly.

       I made for her a bed of flowers and I closed the doors to shut out the rude light from her eyes.

       I kissed her gently on her lips and whispered softly in her ears till she half swooned in languor.

       She was lost in the endless mist of vague sweetness.

       She answered not to my touch, my songs failed to arouse her.

       To-night has come to us the call of the storm from the wild.

       My bride has shivered and stood up, she has clasped my hand and come out.

       Her hair is flying in the wind, her veil is fluttering, her garland rustles over her breast.

       The push of death has swung her into life.

       We are face to face and heart to heart, my bride and I.

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      She dwelt on the hillside by the edge of a maize-field, near the spring that flows in laughing rills through the solemn shadows of ancient trees.

       The women came there to fill their jars, and travellers would sit there to rest and talk.

       She worked and dreamed daily to the tune of the bubbling stream.

       One evening the stranger came down from the cloud-hidden peak; his locks were tangled like drowsy snakes.

       We asked in wonder,

       "Who are you?" He answered not but sat by the garrulous stream and silently gazed at the hut where she dwelt.

       Our hearts quaked in fear and we came back home when it was night.

       Next morning when the women came to fetch water at the spring by the deodar trees, they found the doors open in her hut, but her voice was gone and where was her smiling face? The empty jar lay on the floor and her lamp had burnt itself out in the corner. No one knew where she had fled to before it was morning—and the stranger had gone. In the month of May the sun grew strong and the snow melted, and we sat by the spring and wept. We wondered in our mind, "Is there a spring in the land where she has gone and where she can fill her vessel in these hot thirsty days?" And we asked each other in dismay, "Is there a land beyond these hills where we live?" It was a summer night; the breeze blew from the south; and I sat in her deserted room where the lamp stood still unlit. When suddenly from before my eyes the hills vanished like curtains drawn aside. "Ah, it is she who comes. How are you, my child? Are you happy? But where can you shelter under this open sky? And, alas, our spring is not here to allay your thirst." "Here is the same sky," she said, "only free from the fencing hills,—this is the same stream grown into a river,—the same earth widened into a plain." "Everything is here," I sighed, "only we are not." She smiled sadly and said, "You are in my heart." I woke up and heard the babbling of the stream and the rustling of the deodars at night.

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      Over the green and yellow rice-fields sweep the shadows of the autumn clouds followed by the swift chasing sun.

       The bees forget to sip their honey; drunken with light they foolishly hover and hum.

       The ducks in the islands of the river clamour in joy for mere nothing.

       Let none go back home, brothers, this morning, let none go to work.

       Let us take the blue sky by storm and plunder space as we run.

       Laughter floats in the air like foam on the flood.

       Brothers, let us squander our morning in futile songs.

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      Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence?

       I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds.

       Open your doors and look abroad.

       From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before.

       In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one spring morning, sending its glad voice across an hundred years.

      FRUIT-GATHERING

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